Freedom Aint Free
Aint no way in the world I can sleep without asking the Lord my soul to keep
Keep the soldiers keep the pilots keep the Top Secrets private
Let them live cause for us that’s what they did
They have kids
They are kids
And I complain
Like a dame
In distress
Go to the bank and cash my checks
They get less
But do more
You made me Lyn-ore
Yet and still I am whore
Of my rights
given to me day and night
I take for granted my location on this planet
It could be me not in the land of free
Or the home of the brave
Unless recycled thru reincarnation I was never a slave
Yet and still
I complain at will
This place to hot
This place to cold
I am 24 years old
In a position it takes more than time just to grow
I got clothes in the closet on the floors
For a little safety I have doors
And they Lock
No I never shot a glock
I got food by the pot
And they hope they meal is hot
They be wishin’ a lot
Wish I may
Wish I might
Please grant my wish to see daylight
Copyright © Norey Bailey | Year Posted 2008
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