Uploaded August 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Mitchell Frederick Ft. Kamala Harris - Power (Original Mix)
I hope you understand the message behind this track. By Kamala simply speaking, the power of this song was diminished. She serves as a filter to our collective strength. Please don’t make the same mistake in the next election—vote Trump 2024. As an artist who has ventured into political matters because I felt guided to do so, this is not my usual field of expertise. However, my heart is urging me to help heal the world and reveal the truth. Kamala Harris needs to be audited and held accountable for the crimes committed during her time in power. Duh? Let's be real and use common sense once and for ALL. Amen. ＜3
Mitchell Frederick Ft. Kamala Harris - Power (Original Mix)
I hope you understand the message behind this track. By Kamala simply speaking, the power of this song was diminished. She serves as a filter to our collective strength. Please don’t make the same mistake in the next election—vote Trump 2024. As an artist who has ventured into political matters because I felt guided to do so, this is not my usual field of expertise. However, my heart is urging me to help heal the world and reveal the truth. Kamala Harris needs to be audited and held accountable for the crimes committed during her time in power. Duh? Let's be real and use common sense once and for ALL. Amen. ＜3
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Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Flip-Flops & Felonies
Caught a wave in a coffee cup
Lit a spliff, now I’m wakin up
Mailbox full of bills I won’t pay
Tossed ‘em out, hit the beach anyway
Met a girl with a tattooed wrist
Said her ex ran scams, now he don’t exist
She laughed, said “Life’s one big scheme”
Then stole my lighter and dipped from the scene
Flip-flops and felonies
Broken boards and burgundy dreams
Ain’t got much, but I got the breeze
And a beat-up deck with no receipts
Skatin’ past all the suits and rules
Livin like I dropped outta school
They say I’m lost - I say I’m free
Just flip-flops and felonies
Back of the bus with a busted phone
Screenshot maps just to get back home
Caught the vibe from a rooftop jam
Drum circle lit, cops didn’t give a damn
Tried to write a verse, but I lost the pen
Used a matchstick on my arm again
Truth is, I ain’t got a five-year plan
Just a bag of tricks and a suntan
Flip-flops and felonies
Spray paint tags and midnight sprees
Ain’t got rent, but I got a beat
And a melody that don’t miss a beat
Sidewalk’s hot, but my soul’s on chill
Duct tape wallet, hundred-dollar will
They say I’m nuts - I say I’m me
Just flip-flops and felonies
Ohh, these streets ain’t paved in gold
But they got stories I was told
From the bodegas to the boardwalk breeze
I find my truth in moments like these
So light one up for the ones who roam
No fixed address, but we still feel home
We ain’t rich, but we got what we need
Just flip-flops and felonies")
