| Freedom, yeah
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| Freedom song, for my people — right here
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| We belong, keep on keepin' on now
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| Beat your drum, do your step and
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| Hold your head, hold your head, hold your head
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| Yeah, let’s throw down baby, c’mon
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| I ain’t tryin' to talk now
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| 'Cause whenever we’re talkin' you talk down
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| It’s possible there’s not a proper answer to «what's wrong?»
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| So what’s wrong with me wanting to cut through the customs?
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| Of course the circumstances were tough on
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| My family, but we’ve got a love strong, and never for a
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| Second did I ever feel neglected or sloughed on
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| It’s just that I question where I come from
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| And how I ended up here, my friends have
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| Got good intentions backed by funny ideas
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| Play along, sport — accept a favor with grace
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| A cup of Ceylon before this sailor’s gone and laid to waste
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| And in case you ever come to find yourself at sea
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| It may help to know I sat in this seat comfortably
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| What I did was done for you, a song I sung for you
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| A little something to comfort you, as soon as the summer’s through
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| Freedom song, for my people who’ve been
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| Treated wrong, knowin' nothing ever
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| Feels as string, (I feel it, I feel it) as that voice
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| Inside your head (hold steady, hold steady now), in your head (hold steady,
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| hold steady now), in your head (hold steady, hold steady now)
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| I still ain’t ready to talk yet
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| And you keep watchin' the clock tick
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| As if another minute gonna do what so many didn’t
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| This wall’s rock solid and you are not demolishin' it
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| Several sessions left a dent in it
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| Then I employed the finer points of fence mending
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| I done spoke of the 'vironment I’ve been in and it
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| Should be no surprise I’m a bit defensive — you not the
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| First sent to pry and coax words outta Ryan’s throat
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| Herbs in a tie and coat, co-coercion — enterprise broken
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| Silence like it’s thin ice, nope — thanks for tryin', though
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| Only those who are livin' it get it
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| Spin in concentrical circles of friends, dig it?
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| Did it for my SOS folk, step your step, yo
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| And hold your head
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| Freedom, yeah
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| Freedom song, for my people — right here
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| We belong, keep on keepin' on now
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| Beat your drum, do your step and
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| Hold your head, hold your head, hold your head, yeah, yeah |