Am I free or am I a slave?
I've been taught to be fearless and brave
Did their words emancipate me or make me a slave
If I stand up for myself, I dig my own grave
But if I follow their ways I'm not a slave
Free expression is all that I crave
But freedom is fully achieved in the grave
I crave the freedom that is beyond chains
That can't be felt by economic gains
Freedom of the mind and all its pains
That washes the past and all its stains
Like freedom of the skies when it rains
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