*explicit lyrics*
Snap.
Shoot my pic
Backdropped by the image
Of a young boy singing to his heart’s content
A mirage in the mirror
Duty reflects clearer; there’s an
Ambush. Onslaught. Offensive.
A tack on the map.
A BARRAGE ON SPEECH FREEDOM
Do we really need our Garage Band to stand up and defeat ‘em?
They’ll have to drag me to Hell before an iRobot is speaking my language…
When the country’s gone city; and when the hip city’s go boom
We won’t be talking ’bout babies, more like children of doom
Children of Men given new meaning, too -
“Man gives birth” is what they will have you believing in
Sixty Minutes, like they can Dateline tha truth;
Freedom to sell, mutha-fuckas, walk a tightrope with this news
“Mic” tha Poet dropping clues, G.A.U.T my mind’s eye on you
Because, freedom, I say, is free, but its handlers suck
They stick you with shipping and handling -
Sham! Wow! Now you pay to get fucked!
You thought you’d get a freebie?
I know the government’s a slut
But they’ll have us thinkin’ Monica, Madonna, or Magic
And neither Bill, George, nor Barack is reppin you, me, or trust
Trust me, if you reppin hope, lies, or lust
You’ll be lying there waiting just hoping to bust
But you’ll never get there and neither will she
Cause payback’s a bitch – but I still say freedom is free.
- MIC THA POET
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