World Be Free - Valebricktorian

They said pressure bust pipes, but we can agree to disagree
Pressure makes diamonds, this ice be the epitome
She looked into my eyes and said she had an epiphany
I don't trust her, I stashed the money at Cousin Tiphany's
Think ahead or you might end up in a jail
I don't trust a soul, especially one for sale
Couldn't do Harvard the energy kind of pale
I graduated from Howard the ethnic version of Yale
I ain't the only rapper went to school either
These other niggas won't mention it for the sales
Brought the block right to block one, catching all kind of sales
In between classes shorty gon' let me hit on some tail
But this school shit ain't all sweet
Locals on our campus plottin', nigga this is DC
See they figure we all soft and the operation weak
Hunger games, and we looking like something for 'em to eat
Out of state surviving, 38 under the seat
They kicked in my door, gun butt me I was sleep
My roommate was shook, he ain't think it would get this deep
Saw the fear in his face, from the blood as it leaked
His moms came and picked em up the next week
He missed the next two semesters, I felt that was on me
I ain't leave school, just got back on my feet
Switched up my location, learnt my lesson from the street
Just a year left until I earn my degree
But this gun charge gon' fuck around serve me a two to three
I gotta tighten up
I want revenge, but is it worth it
I ain't come this far to be a statistic, I got a purpose
I'm outnumbered, took it on the chin, won't happen again
Locked in, graduated spring, I'm having my wins
College sweetheart at the crib, she having our kid
Had a miscarriage, then we split, thought she was my rib
Shig Imma just
Imma just get right back to it
I moved back home in '08, had my dough straight
A couple crushes from back in the day on the rotate
Might trick and treat on the pussy, but I don't donate
College grad, she know I'm the catch, I don't ho chase
I kept a good job, but I kept getting fired
Turned my trap phone back on and kept getting fire
See I had the credentials and professional attire
Which really made me a threat in this prejudice environment
Told my boss "I got a show at SU, I need to leave an hour early if that's ok with you"
Then she replied "oh, so you got outside employment"
I'm like "yea, kind of sort of and do it for my enjoyment"
That's when I realized they want you to be a slave
Dependent on them, no alternative to get paid
Now not only am I creative, I got a son to raise
So I can't have nobody else determining my wage
That's when I said fuck a 9 to 5 I'm on stage
Loaded up the sprinter, hit the road with my gang
The shit feeling like we 'bout to blow, it's insane
Did a track with Kiss, then another one with Lanez
On tour with Rich, swear we didn't miss a state
Had my baby momma back home pitching plates
And I ain't talking 'bout chicken filet
Break it into 16, it come back to 28
Wasn't worried about a thing, I was really out the way
They like keep doing your thing baby boy you on your way
Now shit done slowed up saw Jed the other day
He like "World, you done rapping?"
I'm just in a different space
I'm at peace, 'cause I came a long way on this journey
Them cases got beat soon as I paid my attorneys
Face card valid and my name still sturdy
I just came for the fortune, see the fame don't concern me

Written by:
Brian Freeland

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