Words and actions, actions and words What came first the egg or the bird? We’re confined to believing that change only comes from a dollar bill For a bill of 6.75 but what is the price of freedom? Freedom ain’t free and I may not agree with what you say But I will defend with my life your right to say it But before I can save you, I need to save myself from self destruction So its up to me to break the chains but I feel like I’m trapped by a straight jacket with my arms around my waist Shackles on my ankles and a muzzle on my face. I’m bound to the ground by belts fastened tight And I have a blindfold on so I have no sight I try to yell to scream, but my voice has been silenced We’re all a victim of organized crime it’s called: the government The heat waves gave way to my ribcage because I’m starving but it might as well be my temples carving spaces of malnourishment of the mind, body and soul when the body hurts as a whole, there’s a space void in the mind and I’m being confined as my spirit is ripped limb from limb. I’m bound by the standards of society What they tell me is what I need to be, but Who is they, anyway? I’m trapped by a system that has me running in circles. My intellect is tested by standardized tests the determine my fate like a crystal ball They are not a caricature of my character by any means Education is the key to achieving your dreams but Not before you pay the state government that tells us we can’t get a job To pay for our schooling so we can’t do the school thing that supposedly is a birthright. Can we start to get it right?
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