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.

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