No more crime no more violence-but before I be a slave I will
buried in my grave and go home to my God and be free. Freedom with wings that
never goes weary Freedom with voice that never get tired. Freedom from alcohol,
drugs, jail, sickness and death. Freedom
to sing ,and dance before the king. Before I be a slave, I will bury in my
grave and be free in every wind that blows throughout the atmosphere. All I
need is freedom that has no end… Oh, God, FREEDOM…
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