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