Oh you can do it
Won't you break free?
Oh you can do it, oh you can do it
Won't you pray with me?

It was a cold lonely night
Fro was 12 years old living right
Cornrow with a smile that glows in the night
Choco skin and a pure soul looking bright

He was a family friend
Often coming around to spend the weekends
Mama used to warn me to call him uncle Fred
Hard to believe the level of trust he earned
And I was only twelve when he crept in my room
Woke me up and I was looking confused
He made a lot of threats so I danced to his tune
Held me down in bed and my life became gloom

And that was the start of another journey
Fro got promiscuous all of a sudden
She needs love, she wants a honey
So she met Joe of course who was horny
Told Fro on a video call to strip for him
Eyes full of lust, took a couple of shots
Another man that she's trusting for love
But it's all tears when Fro gets dumped
Self-worth is shattered, she feels so small
Fro's been used and tossed by them all
But she keeps falling for the same old song
Wants to break free, but she's stuck in the mud

Yo yo wait, Joe fought battles of his own too
You would relate to his pain if I showed you
At a young age he became exposed to porn and masturbation
With no clue how deep down it will take him
He goes through life with his mind in a prison
And chose to indulge many women who gave him
Those views that satisfy his cravings
He is broken and still needing help
Everytime he feels it's like he is killing himself
Then he met Fro who is still being held by her past
They connect when he slid in the DM
Quite sleek with the lines gave her reasons to then open up
She's convinced she be giving him many pleasures
What the heck is killing the flesh?
Lust in the rhythm so they keep it between them
Until it ends in tears

Oh you can do it
Won't you break free?
Won't you pray with me?
Take my hand and you'll see (Take my hand and you'll see)
That you can do it
That you can do it
Won't you break free?
Free
Free
Free
You and me
Be free
Free
You'll be free
Free
Free