Franky Perez - Cry Freedom

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A poor boy in rich man's clothesA young child with an old man's soulA prostitute with long term goalsA blue collar priestI won't lie for an honest buckI'm a messenger in a pick-up truckMy old man ran in to hard luckAnd passed it down to meSo I start a revolutionOne note at a timeIt's a desperate cry for freedomAnd a better way of lifeLet's make everyday the Fourth Of JulyI won't stand in your welfare lineWhat I lack in cash I make up in prideYou get yours and I'll get mineI got to feed my familyThe government takes half our wagesPicket lines and classified pagesYou can't count on the man to save usSo we take it to the streetsSo I start a revolutionOne note at a timeIt's a desperate cry for freedomAnd a better way of lifeLet's make everyday the Fourth Of JulyCry FreedomFrom the Bronx to East L.A.Cry FreedomFrom North Las Vegas to the San Francisco BaySo I start a revolutionOne note at a timeA freedom song is uselessIf you're not prepared to dieI'll make everyday the Fourth Of July Cry Freedom

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