We’re just trying to get free
Get these ropes off our necks, break these chains
Escape this fire of hell and get rid of this pain
Mom told me to pray but I just want change
Grandma, Grandpa, Dad have all prayed and they haven’t gotten a receipt
No receipt of all their blessings
No ticket for their spot in heaven
Christian hymns are quickly replaced by the crack of the whip, louder than a baby’s cry
Does anyone see us cry?
Crumbs are like gold to us
And I stopped eating crumbs a long time ago
For freedom I starve, for salvation I crave
So close to giving up because salvation seems so far
Does anyone see my pain?
When I sleep I dream of freedom
I wake to reality, I see a nightmare
But maybe freedom is a dream?
Maybe FREE-DUMB is a dream?