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The Price of Freedom

Freedom…That stole my soul
Where it left off…The back woods of Georgia
Auctioned on a slave block
Sold for the price of a grain, of a seed
The deed to my soul
No, no it must've b'gan
The price of when my uncle
Was slain by a klans man
In the back woods of Mississippi, I cry, I cry Who bargained for his life
I pray, I pray for the price…of freedom
For the segregated schools…
For the freedom of speech…
For freedom of slain souls who paved the way…
Took the lives of humble people
For the soul purpose…freedom,
Freedom, I cry, freedom
What does it mean,
When you are illiterate
And cannot read

Written by Angela Brown


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