This is a song about "Protesters for the arab spring"

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

The bigger the run for

She leave her hair on the floor

Analyzing the arab ways , it wasn't right and it had to change/

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

U got all them drums in there

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/