Freedom costs a thousand diamonds
I have stolen it from silence.
Yes, I have and here it is
Proof to those I won't convince
The tatted Prince
With sleeves of Ink
Vodka Vomit in the sink
Red rum Pink Apostles' drink
Who failed to think
The missing link
Skin is bronze
Yet Tone is Gold
Villain of your stories told
Land of the Tequila field
Which your forefathers would steal
then prohibit me the entrance
Laughing at those false commitments
For I've ruled thousands of years
Way before your pioneers
Finders Keepers? That's okay
You can have the U.S.A.
You can even have Hawaii
Puerto Rico or Dubai
You can throw me with the poor
With the gangs and street decor
You can put me in the fields
Washing cars and cooking meals
You can lock me in the cells
Even throw away the key
Sit me in electric chairs
Just remember... that I'm
Free.
P.X
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