Freedom is paid for with the blood of the oppressed
Freedom is paid for with the blood of the oppressed,
Which pumps through their veins with every beat of their chests,
When a parent dies only children are left,
& when a child dies it’s so hard to accept,
The blood stained hands of the oppressor will never be forgiven,
As the legacy of his reign is forever living,
In the hearts & the souls of the mothers who were giving,
All they had to their child but now they’re not living,
Or they have a daughter with a bullet lodged in her brain,
& a son who was blinded by the weapons that were used to invade,
Our reality and theirs was never meant to be the same,
The term “3rd world†isn’t just politically correct it’s a part of the game,
To elevate the western world to a planet that is better than theirs,