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
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