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Hit That Freedom Bell, Let it Ring

Watch this trick, as the pricks pull the wool over our eyes.
Fool me all the time it seems, can't make no progress.
Aim the gun at you? Aim the gun at me? Pull the triggers and say our goodbyes.

I just keep flushing money down the toilet trying to get ahead.
Made the mistake of bringing too many women into my bed.
Now I'm working hard to stay fed.

You may not like my little rhymes and that is fine.
I'll tell you to stay home, watch the clock and its chimes, drinking that whole bottle of wine.

Let's let life pass us by, would it even matter. Maybe life comes around while we are standing still.
If the world has passed us, but the next train is still coming around, then who is left holding this expensive bill?

A young generation with a new heavy weight on our backs.
Expected to carry the corruption without a whisper of complaint, but they keep raising our taxes.

No longer giving the people what they want, I choose to speak out.
While other people may choose to sulk, ignore, or pout.
Grab your balls if you have any left, and shout.

Yell for your freedom before there is no more freedom bell to ring.

Camera eyes on our freeways, buildings, and bridges, watching us all the way.
9 digit number stamped to your head, checking for what you earned today.
Hand to mouth, bringing up air, where is the food you say?
It's being crapped out of the rich man Governor who enslaved you this way.

Take back your rights, your land, your independence.
Bring your hammer, or the butt of your gun and hit that freedom bell, let it ring, let it ring.

poem by Midnight Writer
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