Tjena,
Ny rap, testar att slänga upp den här. Kallar den freedom 2. En tanke att göra en platta på samma tema, men lovar inget som inte går att hålla.
"What soul can be filed - filed
between white sheets over a spreadsheet bed
wouldn't it rather be that our bleeding hearts
by genuine and rhythmic soundwaves be led
Unmystified but misti-eyed
while the good father's sorrow is trumpeting in the background ta-ta-ta
passer's by reflecting their inner thoughts in mind
my action is hesitant, but my heart's isn't - hozaaa- - it's profound
As I am stepping down
the whool covered stairs
as I am walking across
the cobble-stoned squares
looking _back_ at a corporate _whacky _ establishment
casting a last glance upon superficial refinement
Steering on towards the promised land - my land
I've got other types of business in mind
to find - not far away this random street band's playin' - dixie land
than running arrends my business shoes are communicating
while making this speech to the resig--fakin-nation
be sure not to interpreted it as a final destination
while neurons and emoticons show signs of distress
take comfort in the fact that freedom's my adress - home adress"
