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Are We Free to Leave? 1 by ADAM

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Are We Free to Leave? 1

hip hop,neutral vocals

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[Intro]
Yeah…
Held at will, no admission, no commission,
I raise my hand in petition—
One question echo through halls of time:
Am I free to leave, or locked inside the line?
[Verse 1]
Before the ink dried, before '76,
My people in chains, no ballot to fix,
CITZENs not citizens, law wrote us out,
Grievances filed but they silenced the shout.
Prison yard thoughts, but the gate’s invisible,
Military watchin’, sayin’ it’s permissible,
Legalize my plea, one count, not disrespect,
But the truth don’t vanish when the state neglects.
[Hook]
Are we free to leave? (Tell me now, tell me clear)
In the homeland halls, or we stuck right here?
With a tear in my eye, no blood I bleed,
I’m silent but alive, still planting the seed.
Are we free to leave? (Or detained in the past?)
March steady to the beat, till freedom’s at last.
[Verse 2]
Witch trial echoes, Salem flames in the night,
Accused with no voice, no jury in sight.
Fast forward twin towers, sky split in two,
Soldiers defendin’—I was silent but I knew.
Admission denied, but the record still stands,
They say be patient, don’t flee, fold your hands.
But the law I recite ain’t a threat, it’s a prayer,
Diplomat tone, no blade, no snare.
[Hook]
Are we free to leave? (Tell me now, tell me clear)
In the homeland halls, or we stuck right here?
With a tear in my eye, no blood I bleed,
I’m silent but alive, still planting the seed.
Are we free to leave? (Or detained in the past?)
March steady to the beat, till freedom’s at last.
[Bridge]
Forward—march, we step but don’t run,
Prison yard walls built by history undone.
Truth in the silence, law in my plea,
I stop you, I ask you—are you free like me?
[Outro]
No extremism, no blade, no gun,
Just voices of the people, and we still not done.
From 1776 to the towers that fall,
We march on together, are we free at all?
Yeah… one question repeats, no tricks up the sleeve:
Sir, am I free to leave?