My soul is not to sell and you can
Keep your dirty money
What God given as a bell
Has not the right to say
What’s good for us to tell
Or what kind of love to pray
Long is the road to freedom
Many miles away
Send me to jail mister
Riot in my head anyway
Burning for the love of freedom
For my children one day
You won’t let me talk so I
Spit this curse to you though
Billions of voices you can’t
Shut like you cut your radio
If you need to get what it means
I would gladly try to explain to you
But if you got to shout what you think
I tell you better grab a microphone too
My soul is not to sell and you can
Keep your dirty money
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