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conversations.value: Write me a song called Freedom with the following description: Joe Budden takes a break from all the beef to mourn and reflect on the oppression of the Black community. From police killings to racist presidential candidates, Joe is fed up.
  He also expresses his opinions about Beyoncé and Kendrick Lamar’s powerful song “Freedom”, which also speaks out on oppression of Black people, specifically women. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Diamond Reynolds]
  I can't really do shit cause they got me handcuffed
  It's okay mommy
  I can't believe they just did this, I'm fuckin'...
  It's okay, I'm right here with you!
  [Jesse Williams]
  Now, what we've been doing is looking at the data and we know that police somehow manage to deescalate, disarm and not kill white people everyday. So what's going to happen is we are going to have equal rights and justice in our own country or we will restructure their function and ours
  [Verse: Joe Budden]
  Let's take a moment to stand and observe the Hell we live in
  No matter how high the fire it never melts the system
  Some can help but didn't, we fill up the jails and prisons
  You don't believe that's a business, only yourself you're kiddin'
  But now they killin' our people, it's all on television
  Them cops went home to their people, turn on the television
  I tell my son, careful what you learn on television
  He 15, he don't know what I mean
  Don't know about yet, doubt and suspect, out sets of controlled outlets
  From those who don't wanna let us out yet
  Land of the free, the home of the brave (nah)
  Can't let us be, we've grown from slaves
  It's there if you wanna read, I mean it's all on the page
  Say it's police, I just know when it's race
  Now it's just thrown in our face....
  Maybe I'm lost, signs are vital to me
  Sandra Bland didn't come off as suicidal to me
  Y'all play around, thinkin' we on safe ground
  They killed Tamir Rice and his rights, right on that playground
  Eric was selling cigarettes, "I can't breathe," it was said
  The bigger threat he was a nigga, I bet, but listen
  Last year I went to church with my Mother Fay
  We sat behind Ms. Garner, and it was Mother's Day
  She sat strong, inside I cried for her
  My eyes tucking the water as I was hugging his daughter...
  Philando Castillo told him he had a weapons permit
  Was murdered moments after without a complexion permit
  That's bloodshed with his daughter in the car
  I'm only upset for our sons and daughters tomorrow
  Question, how many cities we gotta march through?
  Signs we gotta hold up, or are they tryna provoke us?
  Cause when them 9s load up, and land mines blow up
  And the crime don't slow up, they'll chime in and say they told us
  Or is it only a crime when done by poor us
  Food for thought, my mind don't run off of cold cuts
  Raw and evident, Alton was offed, heaven sent
  Recorded the negligence, they just ignore the evidence
  And make it seem as if we in y'all way
  Maybe our government is governed by the NRA
  That would make a diseased Capitol, in need of capital
  They even legalized weed for the Capitol
  But be black, sell in the street, they get mad at you
  Casually clap at you, it's Uncle Sam sayin' taxes due
  Our epidemic systemic
  Black Panther fist at Olympics they just condemn it, hold up
  Said the Klan marched in Piedmont
  Even worse, they were protected by police arms
  In Baton Rouge its pictures of them in riot gear
  It tells me they know it's plenty reason to riot there
  Yet we just keep on praying all while we feeling it
  Racism still alive, now they not concealing it
  It's revamped, shackles are gone, now we get house slippers
  And all us millionaires are the house niggers
  Irony, the only ones naked are urban outfitters
  White people seeing us murdered are even down with us
  They sayin' let's make America great again
  I'm curious, what time would you like to place us in?
  Were we degraded then? Did they enslave us then?
  Or is it ignorant of me to even say again?
  If it's civil war, then what are we civil for?
  It's this is freedom to y'all, you better get us some more [Hook: Beyoncé]
  Freedom! Freedom! I can't move
  Freedom, cut me loose!
  Freedom! Freedom! Where are you?
  Cause I need freedom too!
  I break chains all by myself
  Won't let my freedom rot in hell
  Hey! I'ma keep running
  Cause a winner don't quit on themselves
  [Outro: Jesse Williams]
  And we're done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil - black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our genius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit