If I
Make a song
With words that make you worry

Will you
Lock me up
And buy yourselves a jury

If I
Gather the ones
That feel the same as me

Will you
Call us terrorists
And say we can’t be free

Stuff a blanket down my throat
Throw me off a one man boat
Tell them all I couldn’t stand
A white, a black or a Mexican man

Wake up, sleepies
Let’s write our treaties
It’s further along than you think

I’m in the sea
So hear me
Tomorrow we might not be free

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