C Miller (born Corey Miller on March 9, 1971) is an American rap artist from the infamous Calliope Projects in New Orleans, Louisiana. Prior to April 5, 2005, he used the stage name C-Murder. He is one of many rappers who rose to fame in the mid-to-late 1990s releasing records through his brother Master P's label, No Limit Records. He is a member of the group TRU. In early 2002, Corey Miller was arrested and charged with killing 16-year-old Steve Thomas with a single gunshot to the chest during a dispute in Harvey, Louisiana, outside now-defunct nightspot "Platinum Club." On October 1, 2003, Miller was found guilty of second-degree murder, which carries a mandatory life sentence.
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Freedom (feat. Anita, Porsha) Lyrics

C-murder

featuring Porsha Anita Thomas

Chorus (Porsha & Anita)
I want my freedom full freedom full freedom mmm hmmm x2

Verse 1

As I look in the mirror I see the picture gettin clearer
On the rip of this straightest of the life that I live
But uh I see em comin before they approach
Just like a stafty slot until you circle with hope
I maintaining on your legendary dreams and stack
Making million dollar moves with many platinum plaques
Negotiate your freedom, you catchin CRP
>From the court from blue, come many nights no sleep
What's the scenerio of life when you trapped in crime
My lil homie still incarcerated for packing a nine
Now history repeat itself, there's black on black
Check my backround, there's evidence just hide it's back
Eliminate all my foes, we run violent thrusts
Excuse me for my crime but in God I trust
Bossalinie uneffected by the eyes of even
Cause I'm military minded and demand my freedom

(Chorus)

Verse 2

Record labels try to sign for many years infact
Want a life time commitment, get you hooked like crack
Independant, black owned, you can keep your deal
I remain with No Limit cause the tank be real
I lose my cousin eight years for the time he spent
The penetentary is full of black violent, meant
Try to make a change, they can't
Cause they cuffs to tight
Momma please help us cause my mind ain't right
It ain't easy being me with my skin so toned
The mother land ain't been the same since they took me from home
My mobile phone in the benz, gettin high with my friends
Rainy days got us fighting each other, digging our graves
A cell block full of pictures, can't wait for parole
I need a second change of life cause I'm getting to old
And it's cold I can't see, can't sleep at night
Like a rebel for my freedom, I'll be prepared to fight

(Chorus