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Miss Liberty
Will you oxidize the scrap?
Turn copper to green
Better yet, turn it pure
Bright bumble-bee yellow, goooooold

Miss Liberty
Will you oxidize the scrap?
Turn copper to green
Better yet, turn it pure
Bright bumble-bee yellow, goooooold
Make it bold

Italicized, slanted, shining down
On the garden below
Flowers spread in square feet
Step after step there are dreams
And what flies gets around
It gets hot, it steams
Right? knot, as it seems
I’m so free I’m bounded
By the floor, the ceiling
Insane I know
Miss Liberty, Untie the strings
Untie the striiiiings

I want Miss Liberty
To untie these strings
Can you please?
I want to do what I can see
Miss Liberty, I want to rock my steeze
My Brooklyn Betty T

Miss Liberty has to eat
She’s got needs
Ends don’t always follow the means
Not everything can be written
Stitched with immortal seams
Don’t you see?
Language is uniform
Yet Rebels write letters
Carried and delivered
In the public
Envelopes are adorned
They wind up misread, then torn
Free has a fee
Miss Liberty even bleeds
Under the sun the seed grows
With it, weeds
My mouth waters
For the gold that is pure
Yet I can’t taste the facts
The truth is bland
Falsehood is in nightmares
But it wasn’t part of the plan
Cares are not worried
With the case
That ties unknown hands
It won’t happen
No, it can
Justice is just a thought
Good or bad depending on the man

I want Miss Liberty
To untie these strings
Can you please?
I want to do what I can see
Miss Liberty, I want to rock my steeze
My Brooklyn Betty T

With where the seeds are planted
Bees pollinate until they sting
Tainted, every other stripe is dark
Back to back
Freedom, I’m sold
Then I’m told
Wait until you find out what you’ve signed
It shines until you’re old
You’ll hide
John Hancock covered in dust
Honesty, it was a bust
Wait, who’s on my side?
I’ve never gone that way
Now the tide pulls strong
My mind thinks long
And I want more than ever
To pull the concrete lever
Freeing my endeavors

Miss Liberty
Will you oxidize the scrap?
Turn copper to green
Better yet, turn it pure
Bright bumble-bee yellow, goooooold

I want Miss Liberty
To untie these strings
Can you please?
I want to do what I can see
Miss Liberty, I want to rock my steeze
My Brooklyn Betty T

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