FREEDOM

They sold the dream, said it’s ours for the takin’,

But the rich stack the deck, now the rest barely make it.

They printin’ billions while we drown in inflation,

Tell me why a paycheck feel like starvation?

Kids shootin’ schools up, parents in denial,

They’d rather blame music than fixin’ the spiral.

Politics a circus, just a show for the sheep,

They argue on screens while we die in the streets.

The news feed poison, designed to divide,

Clickbait wars keep the truth deep inside.

They sell fear in the airwaves, keep us in line,

A country on fire, but they tell us we fine.

Is this the land of the free, home of the brave?

Or a system designed to keep us enslaved?

They chainin’ our minds while they fatten they plates,

Tell me, America—how much can you take?

Prisons got quotas, they buildin’ ‘em fast,

But college tuition’ll bury your ass.

A cop kill a man on the ground, hands high,

They blame his hoodie, not the look in his eyes.

Minimum wage don’t cover the rent,

They tell you “Work harder,” but where is the sense?

One man got five homes, another got none,

While CEOs bet on the stocks like it’s fun.

They poison our water, they poison our youth,

Feed us distractions to keep from the truth.

The system ain’t broken—it’s workin’ just fine,

Just not for the people, just not for our kind.

Is this the land of the free, home of the brave?

Or a system designed to keep us enslaved?

They chainin’ our minds while they fatten they plates,

Tell me, America—how much can you take?

[Bridge] (Slowed down, eerie piano, spoken word flow)

They keep us divided so we don’t unite,

Race against race, left against right.

We argue in circles while they take what they like,

We’re fightin’ each other instead of the fight.

The government printin’ the money we lack,

Then tellin’ us debt is the weight on our backs.

The rich don’t pay taxes, they laugh while they stack,

Then tell us the poor just ain't workin’ enough.

Tell me why mental health got a price tag?

Tell me why health care got a toe tag?

Tell me why a mother work three damn jobs,

Just to still hit the food bank, prayin’ to God?

Tell me why leaders ain't leadin’ no more?

Tell me why soldiers still dyin’ in wars?

Tell me why veterans sleep on the floor?

Tell me why freedom don’t open no doors?

The truth is a gun that they don’t wanna load,

So they bury the facts and rewrite the code.

America’s burnin’, but look at the polls—

They’d rather debate than give people control.

Is this the land of the free, home of the brave?

Or a system designed to keep us enslaved?

They chainin’ our minds while they fatten they plates,

Tell me, America—how much can you take?

[Outro] (Haunting synth fades, distant voices like news reports overlapping in distortion.)

“Breaking news—another mass shooting.”

“The cost of living continues to rise—”

“Another political scandal—”

“Racial tensions flare—”

“The people protest, but will change ever come?”