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The tickin’ of the clock complicates the heart
But you will never catch me running
Though tempted by the shine and rattle of the coin
I am God in

sons and fathers
heavily observe
Standing on the land we call the glorious
and free
Can we still sing that proudly with our
unearthed history?
I, for

rubbing the tires
You got the Blacks, Whites, and Latinos coming together to have a good time
This is the "Land of the Free" and the "Home of the Brave"

like I'll get there just in time
Horizon over land
Had thousands of dreams inside a world with no divide
Every time I lose a little bit of vanity
My

Living comfortably, I never had that luxury
Cuz I been living on the edge, like Imma free fall 100 feet
I’m plagued by anxiety, the pressure of society

I'm soon braving dry land and typhoons 
What's a cog to give is it cognitive
Is it a dog that lives out of reach from a leash
Or a mob of kids with

to know here my life has gone
Cause I'm trying to get by just living fancy free
Keep hearing a voice inside me saying all is for nothing

Chorus

Bridge

the clock ticks by in this lonely town
When it's said and done, when the walls come down
But we love our land, we accept our fate
So we do what we're told

pausenlos weiter
Doch ich scheiß auf Doppelreime
Wenn ich anfang' zu rappen
Stehen auf mich Mamis und Chajas
Mich feiern Assis im Land
Denn es ist Azzlack du

all a part of my target
Die when I take aim
My mind's like a diamond
It shine like Babie's bling-bling
Free my niggas on the yard, hold the sword
Then

and still they're bidding for me. They call this the land of the free? I've seen a different story, pay a figure, buck break a bigger get him to build it for

it land
Take that body by the hand
Living in a closet
Never put a face in a locket
Only give her space like a rocket
Locker room talk
Sound like when

on
Caring for my еnemies, here for infinity
(Forever)
Lot of y'all just got the Karen energy
I just want my people free
From the Devil's tyranny
Put it

the shooter than the victim
Branded land of the free, but the truth is we in prison
This illusion that we live in, as we losin' our religion
Mandates

knocks while getting top
Don't care where opps be
Calculating off the addy
Walk the global for free
I ain't pack a bag
When I land it's shopping sprees

I

my footprints mark the virgin snow
walking round and round got nowhere to go
the breeze it blows across the land
like a pretty woman's smile
seems

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
You tryna break free but you can’t get loose (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
You work your fingers to the bone but no recognition (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
So kom kry my by die

for us to be easy  
with that jailed  
imagining. we've 
been held too close  
by that too long 
in all that air they  
steal in our eyes  
while we

O say can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hail'd
At the twilight's last gleaming 

It’s a wonder to me how I stand on two feet

Done with the fuckery we let
happen too often. It be getting me mad how we've fallen
If we're the "Land of the Free", then why are we trapped in these

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Mon, 22 Aug, 18:04 (9 days ago)

to me


Still screaming free capo  my brodi 
*****  got cheffed now he

I go hand and hand with bears, in the land of squares
Victim of the projects, I missionary my sex
She want it from the back, but I need love I need

taste what it’s like to be free
I’m confined to a space big enough to fit a line of displays for me To slave over leaving my eyes a bit glazed over, I

Breakdown
Break the authority
And live your life
Free from the heresy, of blight and strife

Post solo
The stain that smears across the land
A fate decided by