Being a mind slave:
Old pirates, yes, they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of the Almighty We forward in this generation Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have Redemption songs Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look? Some say it's just a part of it We've got to fulfill the Book
Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have Redemption songs Redemption songs Redemption songs
Bob was talking about being a slave thanks to his skin collor. I am talking about my self love when i post it here. The pirates tried to take it away from me and i took it back becouse i am now singing freedom. No more redemtion to the ones that wish less than the best for me.
