What’s it like to be free?

I can imagine

Like to be less easily judged by reactions

Like to be the last one to care bout what happened

It’s old fashioned

I can be anything I want when I want me to be

Anything I want when I end it with please

But nothing that we want, when we ask and we plead

Cause world has no peace

Go from glory to glory

Run from story to story

And my momma don’t know me

Well damn, I even don’t know me

Straight up calling me corny

Saying freedom ain’t for me

Y’all will never say sorry

Onto the next story

Onto the next story

Black and white world

Sometimes with color

Depends on what side you recover from

Black hair

Nappy with curls

Black hair

Braids for boys and girls

Sometimes we want peace and quiet

Sometimes we only get one

Other times we run from violence

And we run from guns

Sometimes we want peace and quiet

Sometimes we only get one

Other times we run from violence

And we run from guns

How we run from guns

Go from glory to glory

Run from story to story

And my momma don’t know me

Well damn, I even don’t know me

Straight up calling me corny

Saying freedom ain’t for me

Y’all will never say sorry

Onto the next story

Go from glory to glory

Run from stories to stories

And my momma don’t know me

And I guess I don’t know me

Go from glory to glory