freedom looks me down the barrel of a handgun
seen it in this town, but they say we ain't got none
finger on the trigger of a nine millimeter
in the hands of your son, yeah a
finger on the trigger of a nine millimeter
in the hands of your son
i'll cry freedom; freedom
freedom looks me down the margin of a tax form
but p'lic'emen were'nt around when David got shot four
times in the face in a war to win the race
its the rich against the poor
four times in the face in a war to win the race
the rich slaughter the poor
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why should I have to pay five dollars for a gallon of gas
when we can send a boy to shoot a rag-head and pay four-sixty?
red and white the stars and stripes, the blue is for the dead
we will play the drum while Barack leads us on, walk of the living dead