Land of the Free

Its Sam- man, sleepin on me? Then enter sandman
Home Alone, forget me? Forget your plans, man
I'm broadband syndicated, worldwide appreciated
603 originated, talent? Yeah I demonstrated
That every line with the pen similar to fire my friend
The Art of War inside my spiral again
Dodging bullets & coughin up phlegm
I think I'm dying; doctor please bring medicine
Hurry quick its a sickness, his grip- its
Too tight. Look at all the blisters
Its not right. I wish he’d whisper
But he won't stop yellin', I'm tryna tell him
You gotta calm down out there, drop the rebellion
Ayo fuck that- is America, land of the free
Home of the brave, we take what we need
Manifest destiny, manifested in me
And I won't stop 'til I am the best I can be

You can't run, you can't hide
You can't cheat, you can't lie
We don’t all live, but we all die
So are you gon' burn or are you gon' fly?

You get one life, take it or leave it
Make it, believe it
Fakin, deceivin
Gets you damn far, but it’s the same thing as thievin
Get caught up in a race wit the demons
And you ain't got a prayer in a room full of heathens
Man they all gon' eat you alive
When they discover you're a low down, dirty rotten, lying motherfucker
Really whats worse is going thru life, every single day with your curse
Look in the mirror at two different people, damn that shit hurts
And you only wish that you could put your life in reverse
That’s not an option that it comes with
So you gotta keep goin' knowin' that you were given the rope that you’ll be hung with
Yeah we all tie our own nooses, I'm sick of excuses
Either start makin' moves or admit that your useless
Man I just don’t see where the proof is
Actually, I know what the truth is:
You’re a fraud

You can't run, you can't hide
You can't cheat, you can't lie
We don’t all live, but we all die
So are you gon' burn or are you gon' fly?