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freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
of Heaven and Hell
And many frightening things
Politicians say "One more war
And the bells of freedom will start to ring"
Those stories you told by
40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
'Cause the kids just ain't alright
Oh shit, nigga
Somethin' 'bout to happen
Nigga, this shit, nigga,
Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning
From a cold solitary prison cell
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad
Hello, kiddies no, it's not Mr rogers
It's Jimmy, with a little tale
Hmm, maybe you'll like this
I know, I never should have
Written this song i
the wolves
When you didn’t grow up in the woods
Bitch we came from the pound
See you say something now
Mr. “OKAY Imma change something now”
Mr. ”NOT PAID
Another speaker was Mr Enoch Powell who was sacked from the shadow cabinet earlier this year, for his extreme and publicly stated views
that way
It's gotta be that way
Now we can't judge what we've got
By the people living next door
Even though Mr. Jones makes
Ooh and he has a whole lot
can only throw stones
Cuz they've left us all defenseless
And they're killing us with drones
For the people by the people
The biggest lie
To this day
the face of an angel
Tainted by the city, you ain't from this place it'll change you
Walkin by, I thought I was sly
Offered to try, at first I thought she
Why am I why am I not viewed as a human
Why cant I just live in peace
Why must I get harassed by the police
Why must I be on the ground
Why
It's so
The stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it’s hard to admit
That you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
given day
The adjective amazing, spelled with an 'A'
And a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was
lady luck will hear my wish's
Instead of treatin me like a stranger
And Mr.Death plucks my people one by one
It's a cold world, and i'm one of the last
and never will
But I will fight for freedom
Though the battle be uphill
And I don't fight for conquerors
Even if they're presidents
They try to buy me with
a rabid dog´s common sense
Dad´s walkin´home, his baby girl by the hand
Askin´ all kind of questions cant understand
Evil men going for the jugular vein
He
slow, watching for the federals
Shoot, how can I forget, we had a half an ounce of shrooms
That's when the sheriff car came riding by
We wasn't
nigga out here disrespecting missed the message
Misunderstood like Mr. West was in the Oval Office
It's niggas hating I don't know about em'
I snatch
facts)
Yeaaa...
Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks
The patriarchies feelings
They’re about have dealings
With uncivility
And humility
Next up is uncle clove
Clove: but you can call
Me mr kitty
If you drink
firewood
Why are you so blue tonight?
You're all tangled in it
Why did your toast for freedom weigh so little
Words of plastic, they're all bloody
burdened by some fears
There's a novel vaccination
With so little information
So I call on my dear friends
Mr Bates and Mr Grouchy
Under guise they give me
'round
But as she knows the truth lies between
Her and God and him
And he'd never tell
Yeah he might as well creep by without a sound
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