I'm not a slave Proud Tear spread across my fore head Wide eyed Square jaw Grand fathers feet Made like a G King size Dreams like A house on the beach And a trampline for my seed Wedding ring With a slick ride Kept it simple Humble crescendos Although A quest through tribulation Ya know Rumbling wind coats My eyes stayed high Prospects aside Still living alive Brought enough to be Got some more for Free Not tide to a thing And ain't nothing holding me Freedom. Slow roasted and gently spiced. Prestige Pouring out of me over chicken and rice. Blessed by a Chife Cursed to enjoy my life.