You say you offer freedom, but you lie through your teeth.
You say that we offer everything that we can bequeath.
You lie to me on a constant basis, so much, I don’t even try to listen
because when you smile, I can see the gold that I worked for, in your teeth glisten.
You strip me of 30% every time I get a hard earned paycheck
and then you ridicule me for having a sun baked red neck.
A neck burned by the sun, working the fields for your food
and then you can’t figure out why I have such a foul attitude.
I work my two weeks away for a measly 500 dollars a check
While you slowly tighten the rope around my too rough redneck.

Freedom? I don’t even see a faint hint of that.
Freedom? Just a way I struggle and always seem to fall flat.
I have to work for this country that lies to us at every turn
and they wonder why people just want to see the flag burn…
Freedom? Are you fucking joking me?
Freedom? This ill-fated fantasy?
Freedom? Oh...You mean Lies and hypocrisy.
Without regard to the common you or me?
You mean that’s the freedom that you speak of?
You mean, those freedoms devoid of any humanly love?

Freedom? That sale of souls in the back rooms of the white house?
Freedom? That stiff grip that turns a strong man into a mouse?
Freedom? That prison cell that locks me away, for my choice?
Freedom? That bullet that comes to silence my voice?
Freedom? Are you fucking kidding me?
Freedom? The Indians free land fantasy?

Freedom?

You say love it or leave it.
I say you’re all full of shit.
You say that it’s really free,
Maybe for you, but not for me.
You say that it’s a free country
but I say it’s just lies and a fantasy.
You say you give more than any of the rest
I say you just cheated on that final test.

Freedom?

08/30/2003

Author's Note: This falls under my relentless pursuit of equality that I dont think will ever get anywhere.. what's one persons words going to do?

Posted on 08/31/2003
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