Lyrics FREEDOM OF SPEECH - Anglo T

Let's get this shit boy
Before my homies deploy
They're still in my heart Boy
Even after they're deployed
I don't wish to enlist boy
You don't do it for the joy
Hang tough like the Conroys
You must cling tight to Your convoy

Love whatchu left behind
If you don't why
You are blind
Greatest country on earth's Why
May Freedom flags forever Fly
Many times I have lied
Sometimes I feel empty Inside
I feel guilt about my pride
Like most my life's been Wasted time

Before Bipolar I was a Dollar
Now I'm just a dime
My prime was a good ass Time
Until I started seeing signs
Like Tyler you're the Chosen Sublime
Shit got outta hand, outta Line
If I died tonight my soul's Fine
How do I know this? Because I rise

Like everyday I happen to Rise
A guy this white will make OG's cry
He spits real shit without N Words
He doesn't flaunt bout' Wealth right
He delivers bars that just Felt right
Rapping real shit doesn't Sell right?
Y'all believe I'm going to Hell right?
I'm not a Sheep This Mo Fucka Fights

So let's get this straight, Alright
I don't have Money, I just Write
I don't have hoes at this Time
I rap like I do, so what? I'ma Guy

I'm not a father and that's Why
They Think That who Should grow up is Ty
And they condemn me, like It's a crime
But beggars aren't choosers In this life

So I hunt these deer with a Bow n' knife
Well maybe not, just a Nine to Five
Fourteen Ninety One Be The Life
I used to live to feel alive

With Bipolar you live to Survive
Haters gonna hate and Some all night
I hear your stupid ass at One O' Nine
I can't sleep so I dip for a Drive

I go to my campfire n' the Moonlight
Sometimes the stars dim,
Sometimes they're bright
I know you're a jealous guy

But shut the fuck up at Night
Or else man the fuck up, Grab a Mic
You just yell but I've gotchu All tongue tied
Put em' up Cracker prepare To die

Like a Mutha Fuckin' McGregor fight
It's fun to make you're ass Whine
While I laugh and flash a Shine
I got an Aztec Bird cuz this Norte's mine

You think I'm fat but your Bitch like damn he fine
I'll keep busting these Rhymes
It'll still be funny to hear You try

I'll keep Spitting through These Grapevines
And Scalping you on this Mic like it's a Hate Crime