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Give me liberty, or please give me death. Give me words that give me wealth, Giving me a way to express myself. When the way of the word is all that is left, Give me a way to vent, So that I can remain in good health. Give me a peaceful way, with others, to compete. Give me a way to come greet Others who want to bring some heat, Using their words to accomplish something neat, Using their syllabols to create some beats. Give us a table, where we can take some seats, To come and eat, like brothers and sisters who complete That family tree of writing rhymes, Writing words so sublime. But not for a dime, Just free with their time, Sharing words that are prime, Like a group of partners in crime. A crime against those who impose their will. A crime against those whose prose Try to oppose our skill. All of our spirits they are trying to kill. They want us to swallow their pill, Cuz' they hate the words that we use to thrill. Words that they are too full of themselves to feel. Because, to them, It is a crime To be free to create. They are the closed minded, Who only see hate. They are free to see bait, As they try to decide all of our fates. But, they are far too late, Because we are already free to be great. So, when I become King, Do not throw words at my throne. Just leave me alone! My talent is already known! Has already been shown! Please don't make me change my tone, Because when it is all said and done, I will not throw you a bone. I'll just throw you a slam in sonnet form. Make you squeamish With an Italian or an English storm. Because for me, This is just the norm, And when I am done, You will never leave your dorm. Just try to take my words from me, and give me you chains! Prove to me that your brain has truly gone insane! Prove that, from my pain, you have something to gain! I will endure the doom and gloomy clouds of the vain! And at the end of the rain, I will still remain! Before I go, Let me till you one thing. I consider myself Already the KING. So, when it comes to "THESE" words, The KING will sing, "I LET FREEDOM RING!" "I LET FREEDOM RING!" And when it comes to "THESE" words, The KING will sing, "I LET FREEDOM RING!" "I LET FREEDOM RING!"

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Give me liberty, or please give me death. Give me words that give me wealth, Giving me a way to express myself. When the way of the word is all that is left, Give me a way to vent, So that I can remain in good health. Give me a peaceful way, with others, to compete. Give me a way to come greet Others who want to bring some heat, Using their words to accomplish something neat, Using their syllabols to create some beats. Give us a table, where we can take some seats, To come and eat, like brothers and sisters who complete That family tree of writing rhymes, Writing words so sublime. But not for a dime, Just free with their time, Sharing words that are prime, Like a group of partners in crime. A crime against those who impose their will. A crime against those whose prose Try to oppose our skill. All of our spirits they are trying to kill. They want us to swallow their pill, Cuz' they hate the words that we use to thrill. Words that they are too full of themselves to feel. Because, to them, It is a crime To be free to create. They are the closed minded, Who only see hate. They are free to see bait, As they try to decide all of our fates. But, they are far too late, Because we are already free to be great. So, when I become King, Do not throw words at my throne. Just leave me alone! My talent is already known! Has already been shown! Please don't make me change my tone, Because when it is all said and done, I will not throw you a bone. I'll just throw you a slam in sonnet form. Make you squeamish With an Italian or an English storm. Because for me, This is just the norm, And when I am done, You will never leave your dorm. Just try to take my words from me, and give me you chains! Prove to me that your brain has truly gone insane! Prove that, from my pain, you have something to gain! I will endure the doom and gloomy clouds of the vain! And at the end of the rain, I will still remain! Before I go, Let me till you one thing. I consider myself Already the KING. So, when it comes to "THESE" words, The KING will sing, "I LET FREEDOM RING!" "I LET FREEDOM RING!" And when it comes to "THESE" words, The KING will sing, "I LET FREEDOM RING!" "I LET FREEDOM RING!"