Flirtin With Fire (Blowin It Up !!!)

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire
 her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes
 bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality
 in society we got hidden games you see with peeps working on their degree
 come carry me through the philosophical mockery of what one is willing to achieve
 got bars that soar got bars so good right their in the hood we used to go
 bust up the inner beat to increase the tempo show you the way to go
 got Tony Snow with all the blow up his nose he snorts out his sleeve
 Monumental in his presidential working on the wall sits in his ivory tower ten feet tall
 No it all in his hideaway its just a getaway to Twitter knowing nothing better
 if you got money to roll and all that cash to blow bust up the beat to increase the tempo

 Got bars sipping green tea leaves in my souped up Camry everybody see me
 gravitate to create a rhyme filled with hate I comtemplate to date
 hip to be square as i wear your fathers underware what he don't no why bother
 in the streets in the hood kicking the tin can making everybody understand
 in my field od dreams living in a world so very mean where people scream
 everybody wants a piece of me while I hold my head up so happily
 the hood is no good while your sweating best you be forgetting the message we are treading
 let them keep you second guessing as you ponder your home up a yonder
 I'm a strong leader not a follower yet of the savior with stereo nor caper
 hear as i serve every word in a hot plate filled with love created from heaven up above

 now that David Cassidy is gone its hard to sing another happy song
 the seed that was dropped out of a farmers bag has grown leave everyone alone
 limited time almost left yet I must confess the bet is not one quite yet
 isn't it a tragedy that folks are blinded from reality in its plain course destiny
 what are we willing to achieve when it comes down to you and me
 playing the game of reality there is so much to believe and be free
 yet freedom isn't free there's a price tag to it although there's nothing to it
 Black Panthers against the clan when will both understand the hunger inside
 Al Gore doing climate control amidst Trump's death toll but I guess that's how he roll
 little fat boy in North Korea call him the little cheater until he gets knocked to the floor

 Flirtin with fire blowin it up right upon the masses never second classes
 like O.J. Simpson fresh out of prison what were they thinking
 my words can be simple my words can be fresh taking everybody down to the test
 like Bill Cosby licking another jello pudding pop that homeboy do think a lot
 we got the cops in cars the local bars never saw a woman so alone
 throw the dog a new fresh bone as far as he may roam
 flirtin with fire cause I'm sexy have you missed me they say you want to kiss me
 now is the final time to think things over amidst disorder my brother or why we even bother
 a new day is upon us bust out a beat with Sonic but we always stay on it
 brand new day to shine amidst this final rap line with all the heads that are walking blind
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Mario William Vitale

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