Freedom by Eliha Kai Orah

You backing a president backing a villain
Backing a street wise dominican
Whose act is just chilling
Tryna be Lincoln
Tryna act tougher than
school shoes
Rolling grey flannels
At the assembly checking if the chain is still at the
ankles of kids
Little misters and misses
Mimicking actions of misfits
Caught in the system
between rebellion and gimmicks
Sold to a square tube
"Have you
Got any pubes?"
Puberty on cubes
Time to get rude
Time to get loose
High on cocaine
Is that the teenage game
Trying to complain?
And is the adult lane
Trying to abstain?
Escape from our animal truth
Hit the loot
Well that's what it do
Couldn't do
when I'm vibing through
Hitting you
with a violent tune
I amuse
what my inner muse calls amusing
On twenty two bars
Lyrics with scars
Charred to the heart
Starred in a part
Where the disconnect from nerdy dudes
and em bad #!+€£$
Causes our little girls to want to become #!+€£$.
No longer kisses to witness them fall asleep
Only niggas who they show figures to
Who make em figures move
Rolling I be the nice kid
as a T as they try and groove
Trying to make sure they sprout
Then speak it out to the crowd
Running with fists in the air
Shouting my chest hair is out
If Broke was a #!+€£
Then I am poverty in a drought
And if I ¥~€£ed Broke
Sure a poor kid will come on out.
But, still we gotta vote
When we get grown we getting out
So