Freedom Of Speech Lyrics - Wale

You really don't understand, do you? 

Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this thing work man 

We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes 

And then start all over again clean? 

Hey look, nobody's pushing me anywhere, ok? 

I mean not you, not the cops, nobody man 

I mean you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll help you 

But don't send your people left to me 

Oh come on John 

Can't you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other 

We gotta come down on both of them at the same time 

In order for this whole thing to work for the people 

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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 Reagan Era 

Where's Che Guevera?? 

Hear cries from black moms for convisary 

And the cops'll stop now, the town is different 

See the blocks 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 sizzle 

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 

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, my retorts 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 

Paranormans 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?