Freedom At 21

Cut off the bottoms of my feet made me walk on salt

Take me down to the police, charge me with assault

Smile on her face, she does what she wants to me

That's right, and she don't care what kind of wounds she's inflicted on me

She don't care what color bruises that she's leavin' on me

'Cause she got freedom in the 21st century

Two black gadgets in her hands all she thinks about

No responsibility, no guilt or morals cloud her judgement

Smile on her face, she does what she damn well please

Right, and she don't care what kind of things people used to do

And she don't care that what she does has an effect on you

She's got freedom in the 21st century

Cut off the bottoms of my feet (Cut off the bottoms of my feet)

Make me walk on salt (Make me walk on salt)

Take me down to the police (Take me down to the police)