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I Am Happy To Be Free


 

Sometimes I'm stressed 

And I get depressed 

But there are times where I feel very blessed 

Some tell me I'm not like the rest

But really I just feel oppressed

By society and how much

You can't  rely on them

Because they spy on you

And you know it's true

You're never truly free

Unless you're being the best you

That you can be 

 

You're not desiring to be me

Or to be a tree

But you're alive for you

And standing up for what you do

That is the essence of life

But most live in strife

Because they let the government control who they can and cannot be

And are never truly free to practice their beliefs 

So no ones getting any relief 

 

This life is hard

And they're all absurd 

Because they don't know the word

The words that'll set you free among the earth

The one that gave birth to all the plants 

The one who created us all

Before we had this huge downfall

 

From grace

So now no one wants to be in this place 

We all want to go to space

But if we can't live here

Then we can't be there

For we destroy all we touch

And consume what we don't need

All because of the "man's" greed

Yet half the world still needs to feed

And so many have yet to succeed 

In this life nor the last or the future 

So let's pray that you find a job that suits you

 

See me, I strive to be humble

Because not too long ago my cookie crumbled 

And I was a mess 

But now all I can do is strive for greatness 

I don't bother with the things 

That make you want to die 

Or run and hide

Most of the time I just cry 

And lay in bed 

Trying to rest my head

But we need meditation instead of medication 

 

Because if you can but cigarettes 

Don't you think it'll get worse, yet

You continue to do so

Letting them kill you real slow

But not me, no

I'm going to keep living my cycle 

Until I'm on my last round 

And I leave to receive my crown

Once I'm reconnected with my twin flame

All my knowledge will be regained

But until then I won't remain the same

No, I'll never be lame

Just living with my head in the game

Because I'm not the same

As all of you 

And the things you do

No I am me

And I'm happy to be free

 

 

 

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