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Chapter 2

Freedom at 21

Yeah, cut off the bottoms of my feet.
Make me walk on salt.
Take me down to the police,
Charge me assault.
Smile onher face,
She does what she wants to me.
(That's right)
She don't care
What kind of wounds
She inflicting on me.
She don't care
What color bruises
That she's leaving on me.
'Cause she's got freedom
In the 21st century.
Alright.
(Listen.)
Two black gadgets in her hand,
It's all she thinks about.
No responibility,
No guilt or morals cloud her judgement.
Smile on her face,
She does what she damn-well please.
(Right.)
And she don't care
What kinda things people
Used to do.
And she don't care
If what she does
Has an effect on you.
'Cause she's got freedom in the
21st century.
Cut off the bottoms of my feet,
(Cut off the bottoms of my feet.)
Make me walk on salt.
(Make me walk on salt.)
Take me own to the police.
(Take me down to the police.)

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