Chicago natives, Southside Jake and CoreBot, team up to bring you the remix of Jake's original song, "Free".
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Let's go southside... And don't forget, southside is a state of mind!
Rocked shows with the best of them, chilled with the rest of them. A testament of troubled thoughts, these are my confessions and... a daily regime of breaking rules and bending them, strength infused vitamins, drink it down, repeat again. Precision blends bout' lost ones and reoccurring friends. Big bodied 95' I named my car Richard Dent. I'm richer than most men with Benjamins, body kit Benz and slick talking sentences. Begin and end with confidants and trusted men. Loose lips sink ships, clean it up, protect it then. Southside birthed a son, I call the hood Bethlehem. Tried to break him down too, they couldn't get the best of him. Good and evil thoughts, at times I'm just wrestling memories of mistakes pestering and festering. Breathe easy breathes, no purpose in pressuring. Pour your heart in the flow, kick the truth and lecture them.
FREE Yeah... I wanna be as FREE as those who left. I wanna be FREE yeah... From the pavement to the clouds, wave your hands up and down. FREE yeah... I wanna be as FREE as those who left. I wanna be FREE yeah... From the pavement to the clouds, wave your hands up and down.
CEO of my brain, wicked broads and flickered flames. 55 changing lanes, chasing dreams and chasing dames. Settle in and do your thing, putting fakes on notice man. Popping off at the mouth, you dealing with a soldier man. Master plan, stack dividends, cell phone text, drunk messaging. Oh my God, here we go again. Gotta keep it real, I can't pretend. Sparked a light, life's origins, loving homes and orphans, If hatred comes, ignore it then. IF HATRED COMES, IGNORE IT, FRIEND. As you stumble through life, soak it up and be a sponge. Marathon, not sprint, not over til' it's done. And while you on your path, be sure to have some fun. Drink a shot, have a dance and be FOREVER YOUNG. Memories befriending me, emotion hit from Hennessey. Friend of he, they pretend to be, so I keep em' close like enemies. Certain signs they sending me, friendly why can't you see, that life didn't come with a manual for you and me to SIT DOWN AND READ.
- hip hop