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8.Freedom
Some food for thought, freedom is like parole...
Cause the man will give it to you...
But once you violate it, its right back to the hole...
So with that in mind, heres a story about a man...
Who served 6 years for sellin' those powderd grams...
End of story right???...well to me its just beginning...
Because I failed to mention the powerful lust of sinning...
So lets take it back to when this man was just a fetus...
And his parents where rightous and installed thier trust in jesus...
A stable home...full of peace love and happiness...
Crime doesnt exsist...because this life was fabolous...
True to the naked eye but what lies inside is a tad horrid...
Dont believe me???...well just ask my friend, Chad Foreman...
We grew up together...got pissy drunk and threw up together...
We had it good but people always said we'd be screw ups forever...
Chad was the quiet kid, and me, well I was the loud one...
I didnt have father, and never heard the words "Im proud son"...
I was more of the rebel and Chad was kinda the good kid...
And our familys were rich...
We were never the poverty confined hood kids...
Freedom was an understatment, we did basically what we wanted...
From cocain to ecstacy, which all started from gettin' blunted...
But hey, we were young...doing things just for the fuck of it...
But those were smooth times...and here comes the tough in it...
Now that were grown I hardly ever see Chad, and its hard...
He was aiight for a minute, then I heard he was behind bars...
Not only did he snort coke but he sold it...damn, I remember when...
We use to blow weed smoke into the chilly November wind...
But those days are gone, and as for me, I make an great living...
And I still think about Chad, you know, wondering how he's living...
That was my dog man, I havn't seen him years...
Untill this cold day...and I cant belive I seen him in tears...
So after all this time here is my childhood buddy sittin in front of me...
Saying how hard he had it and I am what he wants to be...
There isnt much time to catch up because I've been called to do my duty...
But its gonna hurt me more and this is my feelings, truly...
I wish I could change the past...and I wish me and him never fell off...
So here I have you as my audience as I tell all....
Chad did his 6 years, got out of prison as the same man...
Same plan...didn't wanna work, he just wanted to hustle and slang grams...
And I really dont understand...because Chad had freedom that he wasted...
Freedom to make his own decisions and he failed to embrass it...
He was Free to do good things...Free to be what ever he wanted...
But the lust for sin backfired when that Freedom got confronted...
So back to our reunion...me and Chad sit in a room face to face...
And my first words to him was "Sorry, I cant erase the case"...
"You had all the freedom in the world and this is how you treat it"...
"Now the next 15 years of your life will basically be depleted"...
Well, there you have it...and that was the very last time that I seen him...
Because I was his parole officer, that took away his freedom...
Damn...
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The lord is my guiding light and salvation.....whom shall I fear
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