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Liberate Through Economics

by Ryan Lucas

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This year we squad up for a stock market slaughter. Pockets getting tapped for oil, gold, and copper. Reaching for the commas for grandma and papa. America must honor. We are owed something proper. African American strength is in the dollar. We own our own water. Grow our own collards. Plant based scholars. George Washington Carver. If the price is right we ball like Bob Barker. Getting real with real estate. Reconcile and renovate. Building on a real escape. Gotta trust and will to make. Listening to Billy Paul. Let the dollar percolate. Got the bills to fill a safe. Got the bills to fill a bank. Giving out loans to black businesses. Now our limits are unlimited. Big coins or bitcoins. We need all that. Going to press the situation. We need tall stacks. Congratulate the new Black Wall Street in construction. All around the world taking over our production. Surveying the land out. This is our land now. Economically about to stick it to the man now. We own the bank, newspaper and the corner store. We own a lake, a few farms and we want some more. Doctors and judges, police force, hospitals. Gym, grocery store, parks and car rentals. Museums, theaters, hotels. Stadiums, schools, universities, you mad? Oh well. Boats and planes for shipment. Warehouses, factories Filled with equipment. This is how we're living. Trains and buses.This is for my brothers and sisters. Let's do business. We can win this. Peace to Dave banner. Peace to Boyce Watkins, Peace to Claude Anderson speaking on the topics.
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Make money money. Make money money money. Take money money. Take money money money. Ain't nobody stopping us. Stay woke like you thought we had insomnia. We got coins like the Chronicles of Narnia. Buy a politician like the mafia. Lobbyists. Pull strings we're the puppet masters. Fund a couple dreams cause the budget matters. Robert F. Smith with the it factor. Cash answers. Another Warren Buffet rapper. Wait. Liberate like Paul Cuffee. If all of us eat we could never go hungry. Already have power when it comes to the money. Together we're the 35th richest world country. Tax deductions. Refunds please. Purchasing all my products as an LLC. Selling from my suppliers. We can get this cheese. If we employ us imagine what this'd be. Make money money. Make money money money. Take money money. Take money money money. Make money money. Make money money money. Take money money. Take money money money. Liberate through economics. Progress from profits. Movement is the market. Thought it was impossible. Get an idea. Prepare to drop. Trademark it. We don’t need their product. We can own our own office. Our time to harvest. The start is the hardest. This applies to every business, every artist. Every entrepreneur, every god, every goddess. Going to the top. Come meet me on the rocket. Learned to solve our problems. Using our own logic. Charlotte to Harlem, Detroit to Compton. Atlanta to Largo, Mount Kilimanjaro. Organizing our own economic embargo. Marcus Garvey has a plan that we can follow. Amos Wilson has a path that we can model. A toast for tomorrow. Shipping our own cargo. We are the Wells Fargo. We don’t have to win the lotto. Make money money. Make money money money. Take money money. Take money money money. Make money money. Make money money money. Take money money. Take money money money.
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Brave 01:55
Sorry officer I do not sell drugs. Never been to Columbia. Not that plug. Not that thug you hope for. SE overlord. Let's not go overboard. Corruption has an odor. Lord. I've been voting for 4 score. Tell me what we voting for. Change we were hoping for. Trumped by a smorgasbord of corporate boards. Court reports not guilty to any force who fought against me. Ebony man of the century. The remedy to evil mans plans who plan to dismiss me. Don't need your sympathy. Bootleg like Kennedy. Walk around free without penalties. Tried to show clemency. I was instructed. No charges discussed with the cop who conducted. Disgusting production of racial profiling. My hands mashed to his car. Please remind him who I am.
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One trillion, two billion, three million, four. One trillion dollars between us and more. Ways to exploit this we need to explore. Got a couple of investments we need to procure. Black economics, Black bank deposits. Black hands on wallets to fund Black projects. Africa, Europe, America, Tropics. Roll call fam. Got to link for a profit. We picked, sugarcane, tobacco, and cotton. We want, airplanes, battle ships. We're locked in. Like a hi-top we were boxed in. Now the brown bombers are balling. Boxing. Bernard Hopkins. Hasim Rahman. Everything bet on Black. Jack we're all in. Share holds. We got clear goals. We all win. Everything glitter is gold here. We're all gems. This is for my unsung heroes who rose to the moment. Faced down they faked out the weight of opponents. Blood boiling, filled with emotions. Block built off tilts, they still stayed focused. For my brothers in the motherland homeless. For my mothers on welfare in Oakland. For the many stockholders to broke men. We lock shoulders promoting a slogan: Living life like it's golden. Chosen. Raising nations quoting slogans over stolen lands. My grand mamma with her swollen hands. Fam who climb over boulders. Bubble like soda. They thought we were broken. Tell Wall Street controllers the game’s over. Ryan Lucas the foot soldier and I’m roasted. Delivering the goodness. PIOs postman.
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That's what it is. That's what it is. That's what it is. This is how we live. Welcome to the world of wads in wide wallets. Fine tailored suits minimized inside closets. Goods in the market. Insiders trade gossip. Profits. Sown up holes inside pockets. Torn up clothes only worn when in the garden. Home grown veggies & fruits. We home farming. Live for tomorrow. Seeing cheese on the waffles. Hustle for the day to the beat of a congo. When the rain hits investments are the poncho. Past training days way worst than Alonzo's. Mid-city condos over look where the lawn grows. Money, power, respect. You know how the song goes. Flood the streets like Starbucks, McDonalds. Celebrate wins. Dressed plates with cilantro. Shipping out orders. This is overseas cargo. Bosses on a move just carving out a parcel. That's what it is. That's what it is. That's what it is. This is how we live. Invest in the hood like Colt 45. Working out a plan for my people to survive. Whole city with me. Backed like hard drives. Multiply the product and the problems will divide. Beautiful sums to secure liberation. Service with a purpose. Its a hustle graduation. Went to Africa installed water filtrations. Mutual funds. We do business on vacation. Online sales. We do business while we're sleeping. Robin Hood scheming for all the right reasons. We pound the cement. Rarely put leave in. 5 to 9 grind gave me something to believe in. 9 to 5 grind had the food for the feasting. Luke reached success way before I could conceive it. Amos Wilson. Blueprint for black power. 7 incomes when the sweet goes sour. That's what it is. That's what it is. That's what it is. This is how we live.
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She kept pictures of Gramps in phone wallpaper. Marching downtown moving through skyscrapers. Years of hard labor many reasons to quit. She lived life. Couldn't find the meaning in it. Habits she wouldn't kick. Baby girl getting sick. Strategies won't commit. Lords raising that rent. She was searching for wisdom. All she hear is gossip. Like eating soup trying to use chopsticks. Flashbacks of tragedy. Steps from insanity. Ex-boyfriends really showing their humanity. Covers up in vanity. Don't like herself. Folding up on the cards that her life had dealt. Some days she does well but her nights are hell. Burdened down by the secrets she don't like to tell. Two hands, two choices and cry for help. Clinging to Gramps pic as the knife is held Even when I'm blind and I can't see, And the world seems something scary, You come to my mind and you say to me Things ain't all as it seems. Even when I'm blind and I can't see, And the world seems something scary, You come to my mind and you say to me Things ain't all as it seems. She laid in a room all day. No windows. Hidden under covers. Colored tablet on the pillow. Calls from the kinfolk. Future in a limbo. Showed up. Liquor on the breathe then sent home. Under all pressure. Un-diagnosed syndrome. Doctor left a message yesterday about the lymph nodes. Heart's been caught in the cold with a thin coat. Even with the sun dark seems monumental. Grandma says: "You have strength to continue." Grandma says, "It just a story that you been through." Grandma says, "It'll work how its suppose to. No need to apologize to for being you. Disappointment builds determination. Trust the process when the seasons changing. Find a smile even when you swim up stream. And remember it ain't really all what it seems." Even when I'm blind and I can't see, And the world seems something scary, You come to my mind and you say to me Things ain't all as it seems. Even when I'm blind and I can't see, And the world seems something scary, You come to my mind and you say to me Things ain't all as it seems.
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Head representer of a tribe called fresh. I’m way up with it. I feel blessed. We don’t sleep. It represents death. Good reads, good eats and man I can dress. Y’all act hard like manikin breasts. Y’all still soft like yams in y’all chest. Y’all soft like lambs in wolf vests. Keep playing. The real wolf will bring the wolf test. Mansa Musa. Tailored suitor. Luke the ruler. Smooth as scooters. Not only a freshman but I am a tutor. Clean like chips in a new computer. The black boom bapper. The backpack rapper. The backpack dapper. Wearing all black matter. Afro Cool. Swag in the room. Manufacturing moves. King Fashion. Factor in shoes. Boss like Katherine Hughes. Don’t be fooled. I’m a masculine dude. Sunglass and aspirin mood. Heavy weight champ when I’m jabbing on grooves. Every state stamps what I’m packing. Now move. Move. Move. Clear than shampoo. Permanent tattoo. Stronger than bamboo. I do what they can’t do. Luke.

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released November 1, 2017

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Ryan Lucas Washington, D.C.

Ryan Lucas is a music producer from Washington DC, who creates music to shed light on the pleasure & pain that comes with life, liberty & the pursuit of happiness. It is his hope that these thoughts and musings encourage this listener to seek only the best that life has to offer & recognize the power within themselves to be the change the world is looking for. ... more

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