Written Freestyle #7
If I spit the facts to you,
will you even give a damn?
Will it make a fucking difference
to that idiot Uncle Sam?
Will you be able to dream in color
after they decide to rape your spirit?
Do you fear it; Can you clear it;
or have they already taken your
heart to the inquisition to spear it?
After you hear my spirit,
are you still going to be a snob?
Don’t call me an Uncle Tom
because I regard you as Grandma Bob!
You think that your elitist
because your looks and clothes
are the cleanest;
but you can’t see the meat of my intelligence
is the phatest yours the leanest!
I’m tired of this game of whose got all the money
and the tightest honeys;
the republican’s egos are placebos
that’s why they think their day is sunny;
but that bullshit comin’ out ya’
is too watery and runny.
It’s comin’ out ya’ ass so fast I through it
so funny.
Alexandre (Ale-Shaun Dre)
The Jesus Christ of Space Funk
and Leader of The Revolution
Written by Alexandre