Let liberty ring, she gotta story to tell I got a bone to pick, with a fork and a tail I was born in the mix, like a turtle to shell Can't afford to resist, so I'm going to hell Let liberty ring,.....she gotta story to tell Can't afford to resist, ......so I'm going to hell I try to get away, but life has a limit No wonder they say "No rest for the wicked" Sometimes I want to pray, but I don't think they listen I wind up for the day but I'm already winded Who said I was done, I'm only just beginning Twiddling your thumbs, I'm counting all my digits Running's never done, got me spinning like a fidget Shining like the sun, through the storm and the livid Delivery's a promise, I'll never break away Reaching for the comets, hurdling my way These moments need a balance, and vertigo's a play Decisions with a challenge, that hardly make me sway Let liberty ring, she gotta story to tell I got a bone to pick, with a fork and a tail I was born in the mix, like a turtle to shell Can't afford to resist, so I'm going to hell Let liberty ring.......she gotta story to tell Can't afford to resist....... so I'm going to hell Poetry in motion, I'm swallowed in devotion It's Sherwood Forest, and I'm Robin on emotion Loving all the roses, pocket full of potions Trapping all the forces, with Solomon necrosis Calming all these voices, calling Baton Rouge Claiming sounds of silence, comforting the ruse Codex on horizons, shadows break the rules Caught up in the vices, I don't want to lose Fingerprints across the land, castles in the sand They can all crumble, but my rumbles boomerang When you wrap a bundle, I'm the rubber band You can light a candle, but my world's a caravan Relax and take a second, it only gets better You only live once, then we're back here together There's knots on a ribbon, and forks to a dead-end It's not where you're at, but how you gonna get in So roll with the punches, the crisis, the crunches Devices, your vices, let mice eat your lunches Your life is a set up, so don't try to get up It's all understood, when you go, here's a leg up Let liberty ring, she gotta story to tell I got a bone to pick, with a fork and a tail I was born in the mix, like a turtle to shell Can't afford to resist, so I'm going to hell Let liberty ring......she gotta story to tell Can't afford to resist......so I'm going to hell Storm breaker, that's what I do when I wake up Stop the clock, like hearts when they break up Rumble in the jungle, when King Louie's around Snap, crackle, pop, then trees are falling down It's all about the pieces of the puzzle when they crumble It's all about the steps that you take when you stumble I try to find a reason, it gets harder to stay humble It's harder not to beat it when this water takes me under Move along like Gillespie, this world wants to test me Gotta find a problem, officer, don't arrest me Stay anonymous, even ghosts wanna sketch me Wanted by those, who know what besets me Let liberty ring, she gotta story to tell I got a bone to pick, with a fork and a tail I was born in the mix, like a turtle to shell Can't afford to resist so I'm going to hell Let liberty ring, she gotta story to tell.......... I got a bone to pick, with a fork and a tail......... I was born in the mix, like a turtle to shell....... Can't afford to resist so I'm going to hell....... Let liberty ring,she gotta story to tell.......... Can't afford to resist so I'm going to hell......... Let liberty ring, she gotta story to tell......... Can't afford to resist so I'm going to hell...........
