Текст песни 1 - Frmn

Police, won´t you grant me my release?
I should be a freeman now at least,
I´m no robber, I´m no thief.
I should be a freeman on the street.
A freeman on the street.

Hey little darling you sleep tight.
I´m a be a little late tonight.
Found myself in a situation,
Lost my temper and my patience.
It´s the simple things that are the wind beneath my wings.
I never trouble nobody,
I never trouble no one.

Police, (you mista officer, hey!)
Won´t you grant me my release?
I should be a freeman now at least,
(Why ya pressure me for, aye!)
I´m no robber, I´m no thief.
I should be a freeman on the street.
A freeman on the street.

[Verse 2]
Now baby I have some news,
They say my bail was refused.
But I will see you someday, somehow in someway.
It´s the simple things that are the wind beneath my wings.
I never trouble nobody,
I never trouble no one.

Solitary soldier I´m candid I told ya,
I landed me humbled and reprimanded.
So I man demanded my last phone call,
Without much success at all.
They say I´m a criminal but the wicked must fall.
Freedom gone and we still stand tall.
Dem say "freeze!" and we say;
"What for? We already have respect for da law"
So...