 If you ain't trying to ride for your freedom, fall back. If you ain't trying to die for your freedom. We are L-I-B-R-B-G. We live F-R-E-E-D-I-E. We lace music with cold, just something to bring us closer. Kick through the young black youth like we're supposed to. No swine in our Rovers or Louis Vuitton holsters. We in the trench for young 50-century street soldiers. The ones they ain't lock up and send to foreign borders to fight. For something they ain't got in their own borders. It sucks. The free unit, they ain't holding us.