To Be Free

Over a million girl in the world But tens of thousand got curled A unbelievable amount got hurled Not many of them pray to the lord A friend that was once free All she think about was thee Her sight was dull as me Yes she could have barely see It was all thanks to we A life without freedom In sorrow she takes a bottle of rum Waiting for days to come To lift her melody gun And take out her painful gum Dreadful nights they thought she was dumb She even build a bomb To overcome the Stella drums In the beats she hollow out for mom And add up her deadly sum