Freedom @ 21 | Lyrics

Freedom @ 21

Cut off the bottoms of my feet
Made me walk on salt
Take me down to the police
Charge me with assault
Smile on her face
She does what she wants to me

And she doesn’t care what kind of wounds
She’s inflicting on me
She don’t care what color bruises that
She’s leaving on me
She’s got freedom in the 21st century

Two black gadgets in her hand
That’s all she thinks about
No responsibility, no guilts or morals
Cloud her judgement
Smile on her face
She does what she damn well please

And she don’t care what kind of things
People used to do
She don’t care that what she does
An effect on you
She’s got freedom in the 21st century

Cut off the bottoms of my feet
Made me walk on salt
Take me down to the police


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