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But I wasn't born to be low, I was born to rise Wasn't born to pretend or keep my faith in disguise Ain't got no freedom of speech No freedom to teach
tell If I don't believe what you believe I'm goin to hell [Verse One: Will Smith] Yo, I've been down with Jesus since Sunday school and Easter speeches
I'm pissin I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin The media just feeds into these feuds Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This
is mine. Spare the world of speech. We're out of reach, as the tables turn. No blood for the leech, as the tables turn. Spare the world of speech, as
rot...they are conducted to give an aura of saintliness to the office-seekers who demand them. If a few key phrases are thrown into any speech (as the
conscience workshop Shapes the shepherds Guiding to compliance Those that never tasted life And never will too Cause they are meant for fuel to support
in math and headin fast To crash this anti-accident With heads and monster markers Dueling friends and Brutus' secrets Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled
exercice Les gamins sont passes du VR6 au R6, y'a rien a faire fils Vas leur parler, tu te feras rembarrer Sont tous armes, t'peux remballer ton speech
m pissin I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin The media just feeds into these feuds Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little