I slave away under the angry eyes of the scrorting sun and shk y that beatdown on me da after day. All I ask for is my freedom. I work hard for freed dom, i am a slave to freedom. mm mmm wha t is it really i don't know if i knew the secrect to life i would shre no no no nono n how can i say that i love to live how do i say what i want to say because i am lost to the eyes of freedom we all work so hard to live for freedom we all pride our selves on freedom obut do we have freedomm ???????

we dont or we do goodbye!!!!!!!!