Free

I started writing eight years after the age six

I was able to rhyme quick with fix and shit

I thought it was sick

Now I'm fifteen, rapping about spreadin' my genes

And facing bitches, hittin' their spleen

 

[Interlude 1]

I find it funny man. I picked up the pen thinking

I was gonna write motivational like Pac

You know? Shit for the hood

 

I live with my mom, you guessed it, not my dad

I'm not sad, but I'm mad that I'm glad we barely talk

(It's my fault, not his)

I write lines about him to make him look bad

Because sooner or later these rhymes gonna catch up to my ass

 

[Interlude 2]

This is my creation. This is my world

I am not a monster. I don't hate gays

I just write what I write in terms of entertainment

 

They don't seem to find my raps funny

Because most of the shit I say is what they do to their honey's

But saying I'm shit isn't taking anything from me

I'm just an immature teen, ain't that lovely

 

[Interlude 3]

"Now tell me about your personal life. Who is Free Mason?

Who is this kid from Harlem? What means the world to you?

Who are you?"

 

My name is Mason, but I play my name

And call myself Free Mason

I'm sweet at heart but I get compared to Satan

I don't do drugs nor drink, no use for recreations

I lie to my friends that I haven't done masturbation

Yet my palm has been on trial for penial strangulation

 

[Interlude 4]

"You barely answered my questions Mason.

Where do you see yourself in 20 years at the age of 35?

Are you proceeding with your life or backtracking?"

 

I'm smacking bitches like Chris Brown

I hope that didn't make you frown

But I'm feedin' these fat bitches sandwiches

But I'm the opposite of a lever, and I'm pulling these switches

I took this chick without permission

And put her fucking cat back into recommission

 

[Interlude 5]

"Haha more rape and female jokes. Do you hate females?

It surely sounds like you do. Or maybe you have a deeper hate.

What's your tie with females huh?"

 

I don't hate em', I'd just rather rape em'

Cause remember what I said?

They compare me to satan

I had at least 3 good chances with girls I thought were good

But instead they're goin' for the guy who stood em' up

Then fucking cry to me while listening to Carrie Underwood

 

[Interlude 6]

"Ahh so I see. You're mad that they complain

About the type of guys they hate

Yet they're going for those same guys.

And you're also saying they're complaining to the best guy for them

You..."

 

Yes that's exactly my point

They wanna take a spliff of his joint

Then wanna fucking adjoint in my presence

So I sit here and write how I rape em' with essence

So to any fucking bitch complaining about their love life to me

Take these fucking lines as a new lesson

I don't give a fuck about your boyfriend or your anti-depressants

How he's treating you wrong

Which is causing your relationship to obtain no progression

Complain again to me bitch and I swear I'll grab my Smith'n Wesson

I'll fucking give you a first class ticket to fly up to heaven

 

[Interlude 7]

"Now that we got that out the way

Tell me about your childhood

How was it? Your mom? Your dad?

Do you hate your dad?"

 

Through my childhood, I grew up in Harlem, right in the hood

It was living in a car good wit a broken engine that's no good

I live with my mom, but she pushed me to my last straw

When I was around the eleven

She beat my fucking ass for having seven hundred subscribers

On YouTube

No fucking kidding

She disconnected my head, you'd think I'd be blutooth

Since then my head had its screws loose

Sometimes I think I'm bipolar just cause I choose to

Be angry then mad every time my mom mentions my dad

How he didn't send me shit but a card for my 15th birthday

The thought counts, but now its gone like Kyrie Irving

When Cleveland needed him but his leg was hurting

She got me so mad I almost started hurling

I love my moms but shit, sometimes she just gets me pissed

Like how she tells me I can't have a girlfriend like I'm still some kid

But she is only looking out for me

But with things lately, her binoculars got blurry, now its hard to see