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Freedom -
What's it mean to be free? The definitions may vary..
it's scary.. since half the time it's immediatly miscaried..
and more agregiously buried.. before it's even half born..
and the hymen of hopes and dreams is left bleeding and torn..
Freedom in form.. what shapes you daily take..
are influenced and mandated by the choices we make..
Some fall flat on thier face... and some learn from mistakes..
while others yet get caught up in this rodent type race..
I'm filled with shame and disgrace.. when I witness this existence...
That rewards repetitive lifestyles.. but leaves originality victim..
Peep fiction.. a tale of two.. both vary a bit..
And you tell me.. who's really free.. and whose acting like it..
A silver spoon.. all the finer things in life..
no strife.. when every want.. get's immediately supplied..
Sheltered in dreams and pride.. from the slightest mishap..
And a life.. that's all tracked.. and explicitly mapped..
The right schools.. the right tools.. and all connections in place...
to erase.. any doubt about being destined to fame..
and all this rests on his frame.. the weighty tome that he bears..
a heavier burden of rock and stone.. could never outweigh his cares..
He despairs.. and then eventually.. he learns how to cope..
turns to dope.. and alcohol.. and escapes from the moat..
of the current of his life.. takes a dive.. it's head first..
and by most peoples standards.. takes a turn for the worst..
disowned by his folks.. he's on the streets and he's needy..
begging for a bit of bread.. his hair matted and greasy..
his skin tattered.. disease eats.. the flesh from his bones..
yet he roams.. and finds his way.. to a waystation home..
he finds the strength to atone.. and seeks salvation and blessings..
after a message.. about the prodigal son's past indiscretions..
becomes a poor preaching reverand.. and lives his life out unknown..
but with a burden for the Lord.. in servanthood saving souls..
----------Now the ghetto..
impoverished kid.. no daddy.. raised by the streets..
started off rough.. dealing drugs.. with just keds on his feet..
caught a teachers eye in school.. she saw talent n smarts..
and through heart.. encouraged "Johny" to make a new start..
now he's passing.. rising up.. at the top of his class..
aced in sports.. there's not a thing in which Johny is last..
now he's cast.. he fits the mold.. struggling youth now made good..
playing ball.. he's moved up.. and then straight out the hood..
He's got friends and fame galor.. all the trappings of success..
yet he's wretched.. for those trappings have him locked in this mess..
no choices are left.. he's just what they want him to be..
and each day.. he dreams of streets.. and what it means to be free...
to be free..
it doesn't mean to be without grief or need..
to succeed.. or have ability to be what you see..
to be free..
it's not a matter of having no limitations..
or complications.. problems come and go with no realizations..
to be free..
doesn't mean that your without any rules..
only a fool believes that freedoms what you've learned in your shool..
to be free..
is really about.. the master we choose to serve..
the rules we choose to observe.. so who do you think deserved..
To Be Free!
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