Rise up.. And cut the purse strings that hang you.. And drop cause when we fall we're caught.. WE BUILT THIS CITY on our own.. What happened to our open boarders for one and all?.
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Walked for hours up to our knees in the freedom drenched so thick.. I asked who's the true criminal the jailor or convict?. How can you restrict what I can do?.
What would it take to see your smile,. And what would it take to hear your laugh again,. What would it take to trade our tears in for a better day,. If we only had our way,.
You said it wouldn't work.. I'm not going to take that again.. The beauty of the people's politics embodied in.. Now I got to.. We all got to.. Aregato..
Today, I'm facing so far away, from you,. It seems like yesterday,. We'd left and carried on our own way,. Just me and you.. . Yesterday, went through all the things to say, to you,.
I'm free to choose between pepsi and coke. isn't life here swell (fuckin' grand)? I'm free to buy fashionable trendy sweatshop clothes. Oh yeah. Free to consume lives, free to vote reform, free to get pepper sprayed the democratic way. Oh boy. Free to pay more for water than for gas but more for gas than rice to feed the world. Free to bow to your god that chains and enslaves, oh lissful day, oh boy. Free to learn in schools that teach us wrong. Not free to stand naked on my own porch. Yet I'm free to live and own land that's soaked in dead native tears, sweat and blood. oh yeah. Free to subsidize tyrannical corporate machines and then free to enterprise against them and fail. Free to trade taxes for nukes to help police the world. If not I'm free to not pass go and free to go to jail..
Just one more headline, stop the press.. Forget about their news.. Its filtered through years of pedigree and policy.. We don't think you don't think twice,.
We read their textbooks.. With caution we flamed their pages burnt.. Suspecting who holds the pen.. Two sides to lies.. Two truths.. Imagine a curriculum that teaches kids to think instead of just be taught..
Last night I woke up from a pleasant dream. While you had nightmares lying next to me. Tell me what haunts you in your sleep. It brings to mind familiar memories.