Intro (PF Elle)
I don’t wanna’ be, I don’t wanna’ be,
I don’t wanna’ be, I don’t wanna’ be.

Verse One (Funky DL)
I don’t wanna’ be a slave to a system
that cares more about my money than about my wisdom,
designed to take from me, disregarding my position
and when I wanna protest ain’t nobody wanna listen
and when they start to listen, try convince me of they vision,
a bullshit fiction,
when I’m no longer living’s when you probably sound convincing,
until that day I’m treating what you say with some suspicion,
I am but one man, and I am powerful,
so I ain’t got a problem making all of them accountable,
they thought they could devise something that’s wholly insurmountable,
thought your plan came together, smiling like you Hannibal,
but I pity you fools, I’m incompatible,
I should tell you fuck you, take a sabbatical,
but then you probably put me in chains, call me a radical,
but I really can't get with this trajectory,
stopping me producing for myself like a vasectomy,
cos’ ain’t nobody standing next to me who gonna speak for me
the way that I can speak,
don't know my heart, don’t feel my pain, ain't got my technique,
nobody in the world was ever me,
unless reincarnation has obscured my memory
and even if it did, I don’t subscribe to those beliefs,
just like they way they don’t subscribe to my relief,
but I’mma’ always be free, yeah
and I’mma always be me, D, yeah.

Chorus (PF Elle)
Can’t live in fear of the shooter,
(no I) can’t measure life by the ruler,
I’m not in need of a tutor,
(I’m not in need, I’m not in need),
(cause’ I’m) just living life how I’m sure of.

Verse Two (Funky DL)
I don’t wanna’ be slave to the rules and it ain’t only me
and just cos’ I comply it doesn’t mean that I agree
and if I don’t protest it doesn’t mean I acquiesce,
it just means I know the battles I can win and not regress,
calculate when I think, amalgamate that with ink,
the power of my words are so succinct, no chinks in my armour,
so bring your drama, cos’ when your karma meets my karma,
you bound to be fry like Futurama, Brrrrrak like I’m Obama,
the system try’na’ eat people up like J. Dahmer,
but let me remind you I’m the Son of a Brown Bomber,
that African blood that comes from the South East of Ghana,
nothing like the Copacabana, huh’, it’s like my voice is all I have,
they exploiting all the math for all the choices that I have,
it’s a cowardice that makes you wanna leave the people powerless
and I ain’t never sign up, so I ain’t down for this,
I know you got your procedures and red tape,
but I can see through it despite no red cape,
but that was your mistake, cos’ you thought I was just Clark,
you cannot see the fire in my heart when it’s just sparks,
yo’, but it’s a domino effect,
cos’ the sparks are the ignition to the flames that I project, huh,
yeah, I do subscribe to these beliefs,
I was free when I was born and nothing’s changed except for me, I’m free.

Chorus (PF Elle)