Freedom of tools
I've always got lost in the main street of the town
Sure of going north, I found it was the south
People looking for easy money all around
Don't mind the ground
The hand from the beggar fires the doubt about a lie
Come on! Rise up! What's the matter with your life?
Where poverty is a fault and richness is the light
You start to survive
Hurry up! If you think too much you know you'll waste your move
If you follow this street you'll never be alone
More information, more competition, qualified people
for this freedom of tools
it's a freedom of tools
I've always got lost in the suburb of the town
The drunk man is staggering and shouting out loud
A fist against the sky, the other against the rules
Like a fool
You sell words from your mouth, unbreakable truth in mind
Every dialogue as a strife, every experience like a fight
When conflict is the scheme and you've found your right side
You start to survive
Hurry up! If you think too much you know you'll waste your move
If you follow this street you'll never be alone
More information, more competition, qualified people
For this freedom of tools
it's freedom of tools
More information, more competition, qualified people
For this freedom of tools
it's freedom of tools
Sure of going north, I found it was the south
People looking for easy money all around
Don't mind the ground
The hand from the beggar fires the doubt about a lie
Come on! Rise up! What's the matter with your life?
Where poverty is a fault and richness is the light
You start to survive
Hurry up! If you think too much you know you'll waste your move
If you follow this street you'll never be alone
More information, more competition, qualified people
for this freedom of tools
it's a freedom of tools
I've always got lost in the suburb of the town
The drunk man is staggering and shouting out loud
A fist against the sky, the other against the rules
Like a fool
You sell words from your mouth, unbreakable truth in mind
Every dialogue as a strife, every experience like a fight
When conflict is the scheme and you've found your right side
You start to survive
Hurry up! If you think too much you know you'll waste your move
If you follow this street you'll never be alone
More information, more competition, qualified people
For this freedom of tools
it's freedom of tools
More information, more competition, qualified people
For this freedom of tools
it's freedom of tools
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Writer(s): James Meadow
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