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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Vocals
Robert Glasper
Keyboards
Theo Croker
Trumpet
Robert Leslie Hurst III
Upright Bass
Bilal
Vocals
Syd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Sydney Bennet
Songwriter
Bilal Oliver
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Karriem Riggins
Songwriter
Nicholas John Charles Eaholtz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karriem Riggins
Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Living in a glass bubble, the fast hustle, the mad struggle
That I'm in, the same one that you in
I knew inside when I was outside on the Southside
Had to take it a step further, the way that Ralph tried
Oh, that's my stepfather
He stressed harder to make that bed
And lock them doors
For the perfect picture, I forgot to pose
Used to rock Jebos and go out with bros
Tryna get lotsa hoes
Till I got exposed
To a bigger picture called free, in the picture it was me
Al-Hajj Malik Shabazz, Muhammad, and Noble Drew Ali
Aside of Erykah Badu and André 3
Thousands of minds telling me what I can't be
But you can't paint me
Black is the color of my true love's spirit
And I do love lyrics, and I used to love Harold's Chicken
And I dance pretty good, and I feel at home in the hood
And I get lit in the club, still I love
[Verse 2]
If you look in my eyes
You'll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky
I see freedom
[Verse 3]
If you look in my eyes
You'll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky
I see freedom
[Verse 4]
If you hear this rhyme it's coming from division nine
The toughest in Cook County, they count me out 'cause I did a crime
They say it's violent to time and human beings
But being ain't seeing me as human
In this big business called prison
I'm the one that's consuming
Illuminati illuminating, fuming, hating
Mutilate me from my family
Society and loved ones
I wasn't raised to love guns
Well maybe toy ones
My pops, y'all built and destroyed him
With prescriptions of poverty, dope and unemployment
When will we see enjoyment?
I smile when my little boy gets to visit
For about thirty minutes
But we ain't ever spend Christmas together
Tryna get it together
What I'ma do when I get out
I don't know what it is to live out
This reminiscing of the big house
I'm the one justice chewed to spit out
My life story is written in a prison sentence
Wonder if the cell got room for forgiveness
Still I love
[Verse 5]
If you look in my eyes
You'll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky
I see freedom
[Verse 6]
If you look in my eyes
You'll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky
I see freedom
[Verse 7]
It's gonna be you and me
When you're feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside
Make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
Is the realest high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, yeah
It's gonna be you and me
When you're feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside
Make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
Is the realest high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, yeah
It's gonna be you and me
When you're feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside
Make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
Is the realest high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, ooh
It's gonna be you and me
When you're feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside
Make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
Is the realest high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Written by: Adam Feeney, Bilal Oliver, EAHOLTZ NICHOLAS JOHN CHARLES, Emmanuel Riggins, Lonnie Lynn, Sydney Bennet