For Freedom

It ain't about the blood running down my face
The rain coming down, the nasty taste
The mud acts as my cushioned bed
I lie motionless pretending to be dead

And I pray silently
Let me have invisibility

I do this for freedom
For love of country and God
I do this for freedom
Every American, one and all
Spit upon, cursed at, called a murderer
I do this for freedom
For you

You never get used to death
If you do, you've lost your soul
You've gotta believe what they tell you is right
Dig in like a mole
Dirt and bugs part of your everyday food
You try to keep it together, to not come unglued

And I pray silently
Please stand here next to me

I do this for freedom
For love of country and God
I do this for freedom
Every American, one and all
Spit upon, cursed at, called a murderer
I do this for freedom
For you

Bullets flying by
Hand to hand with knives
You can see it in their eyes
They want you dead
See your friend's last breath
From that day you are a mess
"For Freedom" you keep saying to yourself
Stuck in your head
Stuck in your head

I do this for freedom
For love of country and God
I do this for freedom
Every American, one and all

I do this for freedom
For love of country and God
I do this for freedom
Every American, one and all

I do this for freedom (I do this for freedom)
For love of country and God
I do this for freedom (I do this for freedom)
Every American, one and all
Spit upon, cursed at, called a murderer
I do this for freedom (I do this for freedom)
For you (For you)

I do this for freedom
For You

I do this for freedom
For you



Credits
Writer(s): Quinten Louis Adams
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