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on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me,

Mural

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed

magazine
And drive north up the Pacific
Coast Highway in a black limousine van
Heading for a secluded cove in
Malibu called El Matador Beach
Opposite the sea

that'll kill a sister for reporting a mister
Who had no right to violate her resistance, I beg my pardon
To a system that perpetually fails to acknowledge

Reporting
Live from Cleveland
Where niggas ain't eatin' 'less they leavin'
Niggas bleedin' families grievin'
I think I see the reason
We been left

conditions you couldn't fathom 
Your roads, bridges and highways-you wouldn't have 'em 
So "I-Don't-Know-What-You-Been-Told" 
But WE built this city, AND Rock

anybody here need a doctor?
Let me pull out my map & give you directions
If you're lost in Sin, turn right onto Faith Highway
Stay on the highway until see

Yeah I stay ready and I'm on a mission
My higher self built my condition
Real talk so I suggest you listen
My higher self got my plans written down
My

I’ve been riding solo, sliding through the city
Highway, automatic, playlist; driving looking pretty
Scheming, plotting; Oh my God, I’m always

as a cheers
Focus your ears, to the sounds you know are gold when you hear
Hit the highway top down, open the gears
Stoic with glares, stare wrong get you

The system effectively shaped by your scars
You've been working hard, just sip a Colada
I've been through the highway to hell, made it back
Just parked

Medicinal front creates hive mind
You won't block my highway
Or my plans for my-

Systems where I use AI to build what I want.
This is where I use AI to build