Theyβll give you a gun before they give you a book,
So youβll squeeze the hammer way before you pick up a nook,
Now youβre in the slammer, just like they wanted,
Another number in their books, locked up-haunted.
That gun they gave you, itβs so easily expendable,
But what they fear the most is liberation of the mind,
Thatβs something thatβs indispensable.
















