[Hook] Got a joint of liberation hanging out my mouth, Whole world said quiet, turned the speakers loud, Smoke to the ceiling, middle finger to the doubt, I finally built a life I don’t wanna escape out. [Verse] I don’t want permission to become what I already am, I need enough room to turn imagination into plans. Laboratory doors. Music shaking floors. Plants under lights like little green philosophers. Freedom ain’t doing every stupid thing you can, Freedom is knowing enough to understand the consequence beforehand. So I’m studying. Building. Growing. Still rolling. My peace got a terpene profile.
