you think you are free
yet what is this you do?
you tell me i cant break you
but i think you are already torn
you say i cant tell you what to do
but i see you be a slave with a smile on your face
i have asked myself a thousand times
why all the contradictions in your own defense
and you are right, i cant tell you what to do
but you let them boss you around for that green stuff
that little rectangle of strange green paper
that is so valuable to so many people
i will find another way to survive
i wont let myself be slave like that
if im gonna work hard all the same
i better do so for something worth the pain
cause i have never in any way
been a slave to anyone
and im not about to start anytime soon

as a little girl i plead for freedom
not knowing how free i already was
but i still felt trapped
because i looked at the people around me
and saw those who were leaders
and those who tamely followed
and saw things were not quite right
i didnt wanna be ordered
to follow and obey those vain and mean leaders
who only care about what seems to be
instead of knowing a persons personality with one glance
as i easily did and wondered why they did not
but they didnt care who you were
to them you are what you look like
to them you are worth so much less than the floor they step on
i didnt wanna be controlled by them
but i knew i would eventually
i hated school because of them
i did never want to be so vain and meaningless
like they wanted me to be
i didnt wanna obey without a thought and just behave like they wanted me to
i would not when what they wanted me to do was so wrong
they wanted me to stop thinking
they wanted me to keep walking
even when a man died behind me
they pushed me away from helping
i plead freedom
not knowing i was already free
because i thought twice with good judgment
while others simply let their leaders dictate their thoughts