2015 FREEDOM Equality
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America's Oxygen
We boast about being brave and being free
But maybe that ain't as true as it means to be
We built this country on God and trust
But sadly our ways of life begin to rust
Who are you to judge me
Who are you to convict me of wrongdoing
Who are you?
A question with no answer
Who are you to judge me
It is time for me to break off your grip
It is time for me to speared my wings
It is time for me to fly through the night with freedom guiding my flight
I am what god has aspired me to be
I am that survivor that shines through like a breeze
I am a tough hard-core fighter
I am never getting tired
I am so much more than you believe I am
