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When i get older, they'll call me freedom Just like a Waving Flag. [Chorus] When I get older, I will be stronger, They'll call me freedom, just like a Waving Flag, And then it goes back, and then it goes back, And then it goes back Born to a throne, stronger than Rome but Violent prone, poor people zone, But it's my home, all I have known, Where I got grown, streets we would roam. But out of the darkness, I came the farthest, Among the hardest survival. Learn from these streets, it can be bleak, Except no
