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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Silhouettes Project
The Silhouettes Project
Performer
Summers Sons
Summers Sons
Performer
Majical
Majical
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Majical
Majical
Songwriter
James Summers
James Summers
Composer
Christopher Summers
Christopher Summers
Songwriter
Charles Tappin
Charles Tappin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slim.
Slim.
Producer

Songtexte

How much can religion really teach me what's next? 'Cause how much can a living man teach me 'bout death? How much can a prison really teach to those men? Shows such a division enclosed in those pens It gets deep when the sun drops Nothing sweet in the street when the love's lost Something mean in the glovebox Another team left to bleed at a bus stop Life's too hard for these boys and girls Growing up too fast to enjoy the world Just destroy themselves Drinking water from a poisoned well Mad division, all the "ology's" and "ism's" Bad decision politickin' on religions Yo, honestly, it's gotta be Just love, equality and giving Ain't got a problem how you're living See, my mother taught me love for every creed and colour Cream pecan or peanut butter Strong coffee or a weak cuppa We're all equal to each other This is the one, two, free your mind (free your mind) It's for putting up your feet, four, five (four, five, four, five) This is the one, two, free your mind (free your mind) It's for putting up your feet, four, five (four, five, four, five) This is the one, two, free your mind (free your mind) It's for putting up your feet, four, five (four, five) Only six degrees separating sapiens We all the same kind (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (We all the same kind) One has to be free for the sake of sanity Not wanna get caught in a cage of vanity Fuck politics, whose gonna save humanity Rat race, everyone's running, it's mad to me Seems all the spins, smoke-screens, the savagery I'll be sitting bunning my ting, seeking clarity Got me questioning why some are living so lavishly It brings a tear to my eye when I picture the poverty, mad How we gonna find equality and see change When everyone is just a wannabe, it's all strange then I try stay clear from the wastemen (for real) Time is a teacher, no time for wasting In my spare time I talk truth to the nation We gotta build on truth, it is the foundation Don't follow the leaders 'cause the leaders are blind We said, "this one's for freeing your mind" Now be alive This is the one, two, free your mind (free your mind) It's for putting up your feet, four, five (four, five, four, five) This is the one, two, free your mind (free your mind) It's for putting up your feet, four, five (four, five, four, five) This is the one, two, free your mind (free your mind) It's for putting up your feet, four, five (four, five) Only six degrees separating sapiens We all the same kind (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (We all the same kind) The land of more leaves your money in a shoe box It gets gully in the summer when it's too hot Temper's high like the temperature But nothing's sunny when the mood drops Nothing nice when the heat sparks Sirens, police cars, try just to keep calm Blue lights shine as they speed past The night's bright but the street's dark (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind) (Free your mind, free your mind, free your mind)
Writer(s): Denzil Delano Foster, Gerald Edward Levert, Thomas Mcelroy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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