“Where have all our free thinkers gone
The souls who strayed from everyday life and rules
The ones who soared to dizzying heights within themselves and unimagined by those who are punching a clock
The ones who walked a different path then their parents
The ones who talk the language of hip and hop
The ones who questioned the big guy and his need for greed, his suit and power and where he stays in his concrete tower
The machine we once raged against
Now sits upon a pedestal, is cradled in our laps and never leaves our hands
Yet we seek what is mapped
Occasionally straying from the protected path
A new power has arisen
The virus, Spyware, and Trojan Intruder continue to disrupt our progress and infecting out thoughts
Freedom was once an idea that was dreamed of and fought for
With weapons and words that are spoke and written
And men who wanted to rebel, to dream, to hope, and have better lives
And that leaves us with the idea that we need to return to life and begin again”
Written by Jesse Curtis
