Tekst:
Peter Green Give Me Back My Freedom

the daylight And make them stop the bleeding Can't you see it ain't right Give me back my freedom Give me back my freedom Give me back my freedom

buy my CD I'd stab the revolution in their neck with an IV See me, own the world, I'd give it back to the poor I'd give a last name to every single son

front on me cause it's not the type of season Less than a sec to give some brothers direc' I add the words and my beat will connect Causin a trauma more