Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The road to freedom

money is the key to the idolized life
everyone's wishin to be fly, book a flight
everyone wants power hey liberty, hand me the light
we're circling in peace but their messin up the sife
like a crackhead sayin no to a pipe
Limited like we tailgate a brake light
lifes unpredictable like we're rollin that dice
We're gettin fucked, not productive, on a birth control device

Get our paychecks, then its like here come and take this
livin off our taxes like their eaten off our plateses
told the judge, to drop all his cases
but he wouldnt budge, like a buncha heavy wieghtses
On the road to freedom side by side ya we're stuck in the races
 If we hit as hard as the bass hits
Nations pasttime, we'l be walkin round the bases
Most of us are not able to embrace this
In order for a change im the surgeon fixya faces

On the road to freedom but we're runnin to a wall
Nations pasttime, we can play that ball
Hit what you dish out, like my boy sal

Gettin fucked like some winkers wishin could
controllin minds like them thinkers thinkin would
so much debt cuz them chinkers chinkin good
gettin fucked like some fingers hittin wood

and their wonderin, wheres all the loot?
The end of the road i will walk to
The wall ya nothin we cant walk through
Were all tryin to fit in but lifes such a tight suit
Life is a bitch and its time to change boo

Yea we gotta spring up, but its like we are stuck
Fallin, to the bottom, Autom
Flaws we can bring up, like hell yea we caught em
Sorry bob, the sheriff yea i shotem
Ok i geuss i am the new warren
No more taxes, aka no extortion
imagine if jesus had an abortion
we'd have freedom, without  the distortion
files of our dreams they are sortin
We protest but its like were speakin foreign
If rain is injustice then it is fuckin pourin
Life is a journey that the government is tourin
Tryin to walk a straight line but the lines kinda curvin
The road to freedom yea we all bound to swerve in
While their eatin out and were the ones servin

the standard lifes, well, i wouldnt say sober
controlled from november to october
yea that shits year round
turnin each smile to a frown
people filled with bad spirit shits a ghost town.
lifes a bitch and were all left askin if she'll go down