Three vocalists deliver a spoken-word meditation on freedom, love, and spiritual awakening. Speaker B asserts that "love is free" while critiquing exploitation and ego, calling for unity across differences and revival of rap as living art.
Aumakise. Chosen few.
Freedom feels like. Born into slavery, killed in them cages while we profit off your energy. Man, it's really killing me. Don't we know that love is free? Now I know my role in this. Heart heavy from the pain of all my neighbors. That's why I can't wait for no saviors. They say that the pen is mightier than the sword. There must be truth in the way these books foretold. Forgive me, Father, I've held these sins for so long, dreaming about the brothers I hurt for so long. I'm sorry for the pain I've caused. I know it's wrong. A product of environment striving to be better. I pray to touch hearts while writing this love letter. I'm never giving up. I'm grateful for all this pressure. Driving stick in the whip with Shorty by my side, shifting our reality. You know how we ride, driving to the other side where love is amplified. Something that they tried to divide is simplified on the other side. This ain't nothing new. Mummified, prophesied, terrified of what he taught, so they crucified and falsified, even classified, mystified, intensified, and lastly misidentified.
I just wanna say— what?
I just wanna say what's on my heart right now—
what?
My heart right now.
It's crazy how we caught up today, thinking differences is truly what led us astray, blindly following A slave to the ego, you don't question what it's saying. So let me ask with passion, don't you know that love is free? Now I know my role in this. Heart heavy from the pain of all my neighbors. That's why I can't wait for no saviors. They say that the pen is mightier than a— forgive me, y'all, the ego is cooked after this. This ain't no diss, it's spiritual bliss. A product of preaching the practice for the masses. Energy's high, go touch some grass. Grounded in truth, you probably could dance. Show me your original face before you were born. They say that rap is dead when it's more alive.
Sheesh!
In the presence of the brothers and sisters from the same mother, despite all these different colors. Reflect on that. Who you judging on a school bus make you wanna sit with that? We just a vessel for God to educate. A way to help each other elevate. Elevate and graduate. You resonate, go meditate. Let it marinate and salivate. Spit some fire just to detonate. I wanna say—
I just wanna say—
Say what?
I just wanna say what's on my heart right now.
Say what?
My heart right now.
