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Around My Way (Freedom Isn't Free)

Lupe Fiasco

Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album, Pt. 1

2012

the truth is more fulfilling than a meth hit
Or finding really fast internet to have some sex with
It's all one song short of a set list
Couple croissants

a meth hit
Or finding really fast internet to
Have some sex with
It's all one song short of a set list
Couple croissants shy of
A continental breakfast

To be honest with myself
Needed time and some more closure
To be honest with myself

Yeah, we the kids from the internet
Simmer down we be on a set

the more we become individual (ah)
I’m tryna push these positive posts
Turn my platform to a classroom
These themes are recurring truths
You could put em in

with no structure
You're working dirty, that's why we don't trust ya
Everybody just wanna be famous
Wildin' on the internet, acting all shameless

with no structure
You're working dirty
That's why we don't trust you

Everybody just wanna be famous
Whiling on the internet, acting all shameless

flow with counterfeit
or be ma 99 problem the money make it a honet ( check it)
classroom teach but the street give experience
i patch ma pocket as i

I'm in the back of the classroom next to the window
I'm just sitting here serving no purpose 
I'm alone I don't speak to anybody 
And nobody wants

son, get used, that’s normal
She said, son, get smart, and I got it
Only black kid in the classroom
So, they probably thought that I sold narcotics
Now

gonna say I’m losing
What
Like Russ is?
All these fucking internet trolls is straight buggin'
Losing is when it’s Mother’s Day and you can’t get her

“Did I miss school?” I’m like hell nah
I was in the classroom sayin’ fuck y’all
Got my first tattoo when I was 15
All my niggas ever did was ever sold

Hello, today I will be showing you the benefits of online school
To begin, open Google Classroom. Then click on the little red dot in the top corner

We lost ourselves in the classroom graveyard
They pay no respects here
There's no gravestones, just internet homes
They like to smoke fear
They're so

you dance to and the style that has you
In the back of your classroom
Quiet hands in your heads wondering when you get the chance to
Stick it back

disguise.

God is checking socials for a reason to believe
God gets shot inside a classroom by some angry teen
God is at a party doin' 2CB and blow
God is in

nice it is
To sing the teacher blues (teacher blues)

Eight in the morning
Till five or six at night
I'm in my classroom
Makin sure my kids are alright

fate
Rolling up like fifteen grams and take it to the face
Fucked up listening to Uzi in the bathroom
Pull my pants up head back to the classroom
I had

impossible to conceive a child. Physics!
Open carry is the best way to prevent school shootings, says Betsy Voss, teachers should have guns in classrooms

of aggression
She slips down my throat into my hands
Runs fingers over scars
And ask questions I beg her not too

The internet tells me to reconnect with nature,

damn that's all it takes
Bitch sold her soul to the internet
Hollywood catch all the fakes
Oh your other man? He ain't make it back
At the moment, about

of himself
Demonstrating krav maga moves he learned on the internet
If this there were a Yc dystopia the editor would interject:
It doesn't make any sense, but

and long like  Houston to Beijing
And that son's story that bothers
Who don't know his father it's harder for his mom to stay clean
In the classroom he

Contemplating who's the best
Inside your twitted-ness
Why you leaving on the internet
It's such a bigger world
Protect your soul from the propaganda meant to take

got me confused, I'm too cold
You ain't no threat, you all hype because of the internet
You disrespect, I hang this mic cord around your fucking neck