Freedom
(F)ree
(R)eality.
(E)very
(E)ntity,
(D)reams
(O)f
(M)eaning
Free reality.
Imagine you can't see ,
And you only have images of who you want to be ,
What you want your life to mean ,
And how much you wanna dream
or just believe
Forget about the things you've seen
Then imagine you have wings
Take everything you've heard
Recreate the way of words
When you speak on something more
Then the difference between rich and poor
Or
how your feet never touch the floor
If your voice could find the words
And your mind could open doors
Would you lead us away
From a lifetime of slavery
Or. .
Would you sport the chains on your hands and feet
Parade the locks on your soul , then try to fill in the growing hole
Can't seem to grab hold
Or speak on what I believe
Can't seem to achieve an explanation for what I see
Cause I just imagine I can't see
Forget everything I have seen
In my mind, I'm who I wanna be,
I have wings and uh dream , I know what my life means , I know what my heart seeks ,
That can't mean I'm weak. . .
I live to be freed.
But it's crazy how that really means . .
(F)uck
(R)eality