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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ILL Doots
ILL Doots
Performer
Zeek Burse
Zeek Burse
Vocals
Khemist
Khemist
Vocals
Andrew Nittoli
Andrew Nittoli
Percussion
Anthony Thomas DeCarlo
Anthony Thomas DeCarlo
Guitar
Jordan Micah McCree
Jordan Micah McCree
Drums
Sam Matocha Borrello
Sam Matocha Borrello
Guitar
Scott Lyman Ziegler
Scott Lyman Ziegler
Bass
Brandon Young
Brandon Young
Synthesizer
Elle.Morris
Elle.Morris
Vocals
Joe Anderson
Joe Anderson
Trumpet
Phantom
Phantom
Vocals
Sam Greenfield
Sam Greenfield
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Nittoli
Andrew Nittoli
Songwriter
Anthony Martinez Briggs
Anthony Martinez Briggs
Songwriter
Anthony Thomas DeCarlo
Anthony Thomas DeCarlo
Songwriter
Jordan Micah McCree
Jordan Micah McCree
Songwriter
LaTasha Saquana Morris
LaTasha Saquana Morris
Songwriter
Micah Zachary Forsyth
Micah Zachary Forsyth
Songwriter
Sam Matocha Borrello
Sam Matocha Borrello
Songwriter
Scott Lyman Ziegler
Scott Lyman Ziegler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Micah Zachary Forsyth
Micah Zachary Forsyth
Mixing Engineer
Scott Lyman Ziegler
Scott Lyman Ziegler
Producer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You can’t put a price on me cause i’m free
And i’ll walk through the fire singing louder i’m free
I mean you no harm by being me
So come walk by my side
Lets erase these lines
Bounded by bridlers who gotta keep us locked
Entrapment sold tickets where people watch
Camera bright white kisses, extra zoomed in lenses
There over the fences where people mock
No one there cares bout my peace of mind
It’s my face on posters and I don’t see a dime
I see restrictions I feel as though I don't need to learn
Behind gates I'm hoping you find the need to climb
And become less careful and you don't read the signs
Then we'll maybe get to dance
Mr. tranquilizer keeper holding food I rather you inside a bowl
Or in a room with moldy walls with little say on how to live or die
It seems my rights always be denied
Your joy’s my pain your it's our equinox
Secrets out you make a profit I'm seeking help
One of these days I'll be free you'll see yourself
Tryna find some freedom In the Martin Luther Kingdom
And i'm tryna send a text to the new Malcolm X
But ain’t nobody picking up, ain’t nobody picking up the baton
Except the police leading me on
You tryna keep a **** safe or tryna break a **** face
In these crazy times everywhere is a crazy place
Yea lord ya grace mean I can say
It’s better than it was in my grandparents age
But I still feel like a loss in the human race
And a slave to the pace of the numbers replaced
Stand behind these bars, im behind these bars
We all are get a dollar **** get a job
Bet that sound the same as it did back in the day
In like 1863 except probably it didn’t
Exaggerate so you listen, emancipation is missing
Fuck the prison systems its death sentence or nothing ****
Trap my body can’t trap my mind
(and they will never take that from me)
One of these days one of these times
(and they will never take that from me)
I said I’m gonna be
(and they will never take that from me) :|
And they will never take from me, never take that from me
Never take that from me
You can’t put a price on me
Cause i’m gonna be
I’ll walk through the fire
Won’t you help me sing
I mean you no harm
I mean you no harm
I’m gonna be
Trap my body can’t trap my mind
(and they will never take that from me)
I’m gonna be
(and they will never take that from we are)
We are
We all gonna get there
We are
We all gonna get there
We are
We all gonna get there
Written by: Andrew Nittoli, Anthony Martinez Briggs, Anthony Thomas DeCarlo, Jordan Micah McCree, LaTasha Saquana Morris, Micah Zachary Forsyth, Sam Matocha Borrello, Scott Lyman Ziegler
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