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Land of the Wanna Be Free
500 years of surviving, in the land that once was ours;
They're bringin progress to mother nature's loss, a big city filled with cars.
And all men are created equal, are you sure that you covered every base;
There is something more than just poetic rhymes, don't exclude the red race.
And lets talk about education, 1891 rules dead meat;
To sustain the massacre isn't always teaching truth in history.
They say love it love it or leave it, but have you thought about what you say;
If you're addressing me or any of my people, this is our land anyway.
I'm livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!
Survivin in a country, TAKIN FROM ME!
Tryin break away, "1, 2, 3, 4...1, 2..3, 4" from my sanity;
Fightin for my rights, and my dignity!
And with all the gangs, drugs, crooked cops, you tell me!, are we really free?
The way we want to be? Cuz if we are, SAY IT! they're billing me.
I'm livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!
Survivin in a country, TAKIN FROM ME!
Tryin break away, "1, 2, 3, 4...1, 2..3, 4" from my sanity;
Fightin for my rights, and my dignity.
And with all the hunger, homeless, payoffs, greed, you tell me! Are we really free?
The way we want to be? or are we livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!?
500 years of injustice, it's come to "let freedom ring;"
The abuse you have put on our people, is like the beating of Rodney King.
Your inferior education, or with a gun to our head, it's the same;
Because when it comes to the first American people, in 500 years, nothing's changed!
You can celebrate Columbus, but we're the one's that pay the cost;
You say he discovered a new land, we where already here, HE WAS LOST!
It's time we told our story, and let the world know how we feel;
And a race on the lies and the stereo types, so our quality can't be healed.
For now it's a land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!
And I'm survivin in a country, TAKIN FROM ME!
Tryin break away, "1, 2, 3, 4...1, 2..3, 4" from my sanity;
Fightin for my rights, and my dignity!
And with all the hunger, homeless, payoffs, creeps, you tell me! Are we really free?
The way we want to be? or are we livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!?
500 years of survival, 500 years of survival;
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
500 years of survival, 500 years of survival;
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
500 years of survival, 500 years of survival;
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
500 years of surviving, in the land that once was ours;
They're bringin progress to mother nature's loss, a big city filled with cars.
And all men are created equal, are you sure that you covered every base;
There is something more than just poetic rhymes, don't exclude the red race.
And lets talk about education, 1891 rules dead meat;
To sustain the massacre isn't always teaching truth in history.
They say love it love it or leave it, but have you thought about what you say;
If you're addressing me or any of my people, this is our land anyway.
I'm livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!
Survivin in a country, TAKIN FROM ME!
Tryin break away, "1, 2, 3, 4...1, 2..3, 4" from my sanity;
Fightin for my rights, and my dignity!
And with all the gangs, drugs, crooked cops, you tell me!, are we really free?
The way we want to be? Cuz if we are, SAY IT! they're billing me.
I'm livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!
Survivin in a country, TAKIN FROM ME!
Tryin break away, "1, 2, 3, 4...1, 2..3, 4" from my sanity;
Fightin for my rights, and my dignity.
And with all the hunger, homeless, payoffs, greed, you tell me! Are we really free?
The way we want to be? or are we livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!?
500 years of injustice, it's come to "let freedom ring;"
The abuse you have put on our people, is like the beating of Rodney King.
Your inferior education, or with a gun to our head, it's the same;
Because when it comes to the first American people, in 500 years, nothing's changed!
You can celebrate Columbus, but we're the one's that pay the cost;
You say he discovered a new land, we where already here, HE WAS LOST!
It's time we told our story, and let the world know how we feel;
And a race on the lies and the stereo types, so our quality can't be healed.
For now it's a land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!
And I'm survivin in a country, TAKIN FROM ME!
Tryin break away, "1, 2, 3, 4...1, 2..3, 4" from my sanity;
Fightin for my rights, and my dignity!
And with all the hunger, homeless, payoffs, creeps, you tell me! Are we really free?
The way we want to be? or are we livin in the land, OF THE WANNA BE FREE!?
500 years of survival, 500 years of survival;
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
500 years of survival, 500 years of survival;
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
500 years of survival, 500 years of survival;
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
hopeless, hopeless, YEAH!
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