5th Child - Progressive Dinner Lyrics

Want that feeling of freedom, need that flavor of change
This American pie giving me stomach pains
Maybe it's for the best though, maybe It's just the Pepto
Simply making it out the ghetto don't make you successful
Baby the game is stressful, that pain'll make you let go
Of your hopes and your dreams, all that make you feel special
Shame what we do for dollars, they be crooked as Creflo
Everybody's a star then why we ain't looking celestial
See what happens when we let them rewrite the history books
Liars and crooks they turn our triumph to misery
The spirit of my great granny helped me pen this soliloquy
Never be no victim, your skin's intended for victory
And you gon see some struggle, that ain't the important part
Boy you're gotta know your heart, take a stand like Rosa Parks
Even when you're sitting down, keep the flame like Joan of Arc
Show em' that we lit as hell, God-speed, I wish you well

In the land of the free, the home of the brave
Lift every voice, now let me hear ya sang
In the land of the free, the home of the brave
My people need freedom, now come on let it rang
In the land of the free, the home of the brave
Lift every voice, now let me hear ya sang
In the land of the free, the home of the brave
My people need freedom, now come on let it rang
And the people say

Want that feeling of freedom, need that seasoning of power
Sprinkle truth on a record, leave my people empowered
Finger to 45, we don't believe in no coward
Underground forever that's where we defeating Bowser
Keep it a thousand, people weeping and shouting for change
But something's strange and it's seeming nostalgic
The meager in need of housing, mouths to feed by the crowds
Jesus broke bread, conservative Christians telling them go 'head
Code red, you still living but yo soul dead
Morally depraved and not a chance of being saved
Accept that there's some folks gon take they hatred to they grave
Now compare us one more time, which one's sounding like the slave
Witness the wave, Chizzle Kahanamoku
I'm a beast on the beats, I'm a boss with the vocals
Indie L-I-F-E, don't never call me local
Hailing from Jackson, Mississippi, this mission is global

It's a lot of God's people in the room right now
Tell them Amen
If you feeling liberated in the room right now
Tell them Amen
It's a lot of God's angels in the room right now
Tell them Amen
I'm trying to get them blessing from above right now
Tell them Amen

Want that feeling of freedom, add a dash of that justice
Run me them 40 acres, and some cash in my clutches
Sick of catching the buses, tired of hopping the trolley
Might take it back to 99 and go cop a Denali
And throw some spinners on, really I'm just kidding, holmes
Really I'm just trying to make some dough to bring the dinner home
Can't a man living quite defend it when I'm in the zone
Chizzle eating, but you hear the hunger like I'm skin and bones
When in Rome, I don't follow trends, I'm an innovator
When it comes to black power music, I'm the generator
I'm a dog, with a lifted fader and a pen to paper
Slow folks actually believe I'm just an entertainer
That's how we catch em slippin, and accomplish the mission
Ain't no stopping or quitting, we got plots and a vision
Now let's go get this paper, Until it's knots in our britches
And take it straight up to the top, Millie Rock on them, sista

And the people say
And all the people say
And all the people say
And ya say Jack City
And ya say Jack City
And ya say what
Chizzle
Which Way Is Up