Let Freedom Ring

why should we worry in a world in such a hurry
present them with truth & they change the story
like Martin Luther King let freedom in lest we begin again
Freedom is so sweet when people meet to share the good news
of hugs with kisses with the long ago misses front porch swings
Freedom rings
today you got hip hop with Fetty Wap reaching the top
Eminem with his fire about Trump really good glue to hold
No, we broke the mold with Akon learning his lynn Swan pose
used to be customary to hold open the door for your neighbor
used to be we used to pray but today you claim it ought not be that way
long ago let the truth be told you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
better to be judged on the content of your character not the color of one's skin
one lone homeboy get capped in his knee on 5th and Wesson leave ya second guessing
Mario William Vitale is not about neutrality he aims to do what he please
get a hold of the Sonic we silence the crack heads of society with a bit of violence
its all about choice with the roll of the dice makes you think twice
we got reality shows just ask Todd Bridges & Flava Flav
smolten hot lava cause I came here to deliver some times i get stuck in the middle playing second fiddle...
rap isn't for losers always for the winner don't call me late for dinner
what are we most willing to achieve always have something up my sleeve
those days of Big Daddy Kayne in the fame game
building forts in the woods alaways got the good with playboy under the seat
a delicious frozen treat I rock it while its hot this homeboy do think a lot
Nectar is in the honey down to the bone best to watch the frozen classic, "Home Alone"
got rules in the Ghetto that they don't want you to know
that's why some homeboys get away sleeping with a two bit whore
nothing phony not looking for money content in playing a game of Gin & Rummy
not to mention Spades now act your age this rap scene will never fade
its about balance and consistency that is my philosophy

Freedom rings but I'm not your seasoned butterfly instead i thank the good Lord i'm still alive
got a good story to tell like Slick Rick with the ring of the bell
honey to treasure no matter what the weather i'm still as light as a feather
we can teach it to preach it but nothing comes easy mic in my hand and I get a little dizzy
going shadow boxing with the Bee Gees waxing that ass with a squeegy
its the bounce for the ounce of the hour of power homeboy need to take a long hot shower
Hour of sorrow to thinking of Chuck in the Tower of Power
we ned to think rationally as you cook your linguini
arm me with harmony...

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