Free at Last - The Perceptionists, Syne

Til we are free

At Last

At Last

At Last

Free

At Last

At Last

At Last

I’m writing to you from a bomb shelter

I’m talking to you from my calm center

It’s that feeling when you’re fuckin' with the wrong venture

But you’re in too deep to walk

Every day you fear a bullet make your heart stop

Talk not of woes and foes that come to get ya

The music is the only thing to help relieve the pressure

So you lose yourself in it

Til life is infinite

Til you’re immortalized

Legacy fortified

Beyond making the cake

You tell them name you with the greats

They mention B.I.G.

& Pac

They’ve gotta say your name a lot

So go ahead and hit em with that all time rhyme

Make people rewind

To hear it more times

(Is dude nice?)

Yeah, he’s certified

He’s live

Comp will not survive

Yes, you gonna thrive

Flip your style til' you’re getting Grammy nominated

Damn it feels good when you can tell your mom you made it

Til we are free

At Last

At Last

At Last

Free

At Last

At Last

At Last

In my neighborhood, poverty is still the majority

The streets are patrolled by unfamiliar authority

This…

Prison industrial complex

Sets the pathway for us to go from being students to convicts

So we hang in clusters, many become hustlers

We trust nobody and nobody can trust us

Typecast as criminals that’s menacing

So we still get followed around the store even when we’re innocent

Devastated by the usual underplanning

The segregated lack mutual understanding

Afraid of what they don’t know, blind to the prospects

That they don’t have to be confined to the projects

Open up your mind to the logic

Let’s expand — the reward is how far your squad gets

Hard living when you feel like a target

So the revolution starts to spark the whole market