Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freedom of Speech, artist - Wale. Album song Money Dance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.04.2013
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Freedom of Speech |
Good things to those who wait |
I don’t involve wth those who make noise or indulge in hate |
I pray to God, may Allah make my bars be great |
So my job secure in case my broad is late |
I got no time to slow it down and contemplate |
Niggas hungry for a change so Obama eight |
Years, safe here never, Rayful |
Kept it moving, reindeer weather |
Crack babies turned crack sellers, still got nada |
That happens when you black nigga with no product |
Unathletic, it’s sad though when it’s no calling |
So now you with the strapped niggas that want problems |
No problem, and the hood ain’t changed in years |
And I’m optimistic at times for politics can’t erase the fear |
Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and shit |
Whole race feel misplaced since the Regan Era |
Where’s Che Guevera? |
Hear cries from black moms for convisary |
And the cops’ll stop now, the town is different |
See the block’s like black mamba, brown omitted |
Little gentrification which ain’t gender-specific |
All us niggas is niggas, a few of niggas is bitches |
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer tenure |
You ain’t gotta get involved unless that boy? |
Yeah, one nation under God |
Politics about the guap, I hate to break your heart |
Just play my part |
Stay low, pray to God |
For all the hate shown, it made it hard to watch |
Could be a race war, niggas on your mark |
'Til somebody start |
Conspiracy theorists in my lyrics |
And feel like my shit is somehow different albeit |
It could be the image of my niggas |
And your perception is ruining my vision, dig that |
My president mulatto, a resident of many of serato |
A penny for your thoughts, mommy torch worth a dollar |
Get off my fucking George Carver |
As far as little Bush, I’m thinking more little Rallo |
Do you follow or did I lose you? |
Ms. Dash, yeah she bad, but the broad still clueless |
Reese get her, not little |
Witherspoon feeder 'til the seats fill up, get me Paranormals on my feet nigga, jiggy |
I, commander in chief, nigga, Bentley |
Exercise of free speech, nigga, get me But politics just ain’t me, nigga, feel me? |