Freedom At 21 lyrics
Yeah, cut off the bottoms of my feet
Make me walk on salt
Take me dow to the police
Charge me with assault
Smile on her face
She does what she wants to me
That's right
She don't care what kind of wounds she's inflictin' on me
She don't care what color bruises that she's leavin' on me
'Cause she's got freedom in the 21st Century
All right
Listen, two black gadgets in her hands
All she thinks about
No responsibility, no guilt or morals cloud her judgement
Smile on her face
She does what she damn well please
Right, and she don't care what kind of things people used to do
And she don't care that what she does has an effect on you
She's got freedom in the 21st Century
Hey, hey, hey
Cut off the bottoms of my feet
(Cut off the bottoms of my feet)
Make me walk on salt
(Make me walk on salt)
Take me down to the police
(Take me down to the police)