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Mar 2013
look what they done to my freedom,ma: it was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away.chains on my neck,wrights and feet,every day took the will inside ,its enough to drive a grown man insane.look what they done to my freedom,ma-my silent tears water the dust,mixed with red blood,crying from  the inward pain.look what they done to my freedom,ma-master in charge ***** both daughter and wife,cut my manhood away.all of me is hurting every day,my forbidden voice has no say.if i could just rest on your ******* for a little while until the long night turns into the golden day.got a noose around this old life,ma-so i can't go asrtay.look what they done to my freedom,ma-done turned me into a slave.my freedom was just here a few minutes ago,but America done stole it away. look what they done to my freedom,ma.
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victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
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