Freedom of Speech - Wale

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 Regan Era

Where’s Che Guevera?

Hear cries from black moms for convisary

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

See the block’s 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?

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

Conspiracy theorists in my lyrics

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, mommy torch 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 Paranormals 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?