LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ghettofix

I dont need a jury or conviction,
Misunderstanding or contradiction,
A little less fury or friction,
My minds not blury so less suspicion,
There's no deed for a decryption,
I'm not opposing Ya oposition,
But my wisdom is my position,
I'll bleed before il give my submission,
If Ya after an alibi or admission,
From the heart it's always written,
Start to fly n cry with the vision,
True tradition from the musician,
Ya honour, honour is my condition,
Old skool not new edition,
When Ya part with such restrictions,
I blast off from the ignition,
It's mad paranio not Intuition,
Let's break these superstitions,
Be a destroyer of past recognition,
Then generate some long petitions,
Freedom is right not an apparition,
Dont blame addiction to cause affliction,
Nor fight for such dereliction,
Lead n feed em not as much wars n crucifixion,
Dont need a prescription nor subscription,
More nutrition nor circumcision,
I've ambition in my expedition,
Broke my cognition n repetition,
Use my tuition as my ammunition,
A verbal clinician I left em stricken,
fxxx  prohibition it's an abolition,
Abusing my soul to decomposition!