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All Fired UpI


I’m supposed to be nice; but look how I came up.
witnessing a system that is cold and corrupt.
What applies to some, don’t apply to all,
and I’ll spit this shit live, at Carnegie Hall.

Yeah I’m fired-up; and I can’t be put out.
Ain’t no problem hearing me. I don’t talk - I SHOUT!
I ain’t lowering my voice. This is how I get down.
And I don’t give a fuck if your face makes a frown.

I’m tired of this shit; and I ain’t takin it no more.
The government’s rotten straight down to the core.
I tried to go along; and got fucked in the end.
That’s how I know there’s no equality in all men.

Don’t try to understand me. I’m not trying to figure you out.
It ain’t my fault if you don’t like what’s coming out of my mouth.
You’ve got your own views. Don’t trip. I’ve got mine.
The disrespect of opinions is where I draw the line.

You can say what you want. I may agree, or may not.
But if I don’t it’s like, ‘oh well’ ain’t like you’re gonna get shot.
So do yourself a favor, live life while you can.
Cause you can’t get it back, once your shit hits the fan.

I’m on a highway to hell; and I’m enjoying the ride,
Flat-lining down the road, too arrogant to hide. 
I like being a rebel, going against the grain.
I'd rather ride to the end, instead of going insane.

-FLAWLE$ of NOFLAW 

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