They signed it knowing the penalty was death.
Not for a throne or an empire.
For the right of free men to govern themselves.
A republic forged on frozen ground
by farmers and tradesmen who would not kneel.
The birthright was sealed in blood.
The promise was made
Before the founding graves were cold the bankers made their play
Hamilton designed a central bank — the debt was here to stay
Jefferson opposed the scheme and named it for what it was
A private mechanism serving only the banking cause
The Whiskey Tax sent soldiers to the farmer’s cabin door
A government that taxed its people to the point of war
They took the freed man’s Fourteenth and they handed it to corporate law
And eighteen eighty-six gave corporations rights the founders never saw
The promise was the blueprint and the blueprint was the right
But the contract was rewritten while the people lost their sight
Every generation handed less and told that less was more
And no one ever questioned what the signatures were for
BORN FREE — SOLD CHEAP — the republic on the auction floor
BORN FREE — SOLD CHEAP — two hundred fifty years of wanting more
The erosion of a quarter millennium and the people just looked on
BORN FREE — SOLD CHEAP — but the sovereign will not be gone
Nineteen thirteen — the fatal year — the triple lock installed
The income tax — the private bank — the Senate firewall
Edward bur-NAYZ weaponized uncle Sigmund’s mind
The KREEL Committee selling war to a public running blind
Executive Order sixty-one-oh-two — surrender all the gold
Ten years in prison for the citizen who would not fold
Then Nixon severed gold from paper in the summer seventy-one
And every dollar printed after was a slow and silent gun
BORN FREE — SOLD CHEAP — the republic on the auction floor
BORN FREE — SOLD CHEAP — two hundred fifty years of wanting more
The erosion of a quarter millennium and the people just looked on
BORN FREE — SOLD CHEAP — but the sovereign will not be gone
The towers fell and liberty was buried in the bill
A 2000-page surrender voted through against our will
The camera on every corner and the data in the cloud
They built the cage invisible and the captive walked in proud
Six corporations owning every story every frame
The culture war the mechanism keeping us inside the game
The newborn inherits the debt before they take a breath
And no one tells them what was stolen — they are born inside the theft
Hamilton-central-bank-seventeen-ninety-one!
Whiskey-Tax-the-federal-boot-had-just-begun!
Corporate-personhood-eighteen-eighty-six!
Robber-Barons-buying-presidents-for-kicks!
Nineteen-thirteen-triple-lock-the-banking-steal!
Gold-confiscated-thirty-three-by-executive-deal!
Nixon-seventy-one-the-golden-thread-was-cut!
Patriot-Act-in-oh-one-the-fourth-amendment-shut!
Citizens-United-twenty-ten-dark-money-flood!
TWO-FIFTY-YEARS-OF-PAPER-DROWNING-OUT-THE-BLOOD!
But the quarter billion sovereign never signed away the deed
The awakening is louder than the algorithm’s feed
The parallel economy is building past the gate
Honest money rising — will not beg permission from the state
Local harvest — sovereign children learning how to think
The captured generation at the edge but will not sink
For two hundred fifty years they sold us — now the sale is done
Born free — coming back for everything they stole from everyone
BORN FREE — NOT SOLD — the sovereign people rise
BORN FREE — NOT SOLD — we see through every lie
The erosion of a quarter millennium and the people finally see
BORN FREE — NOT SOLD — the republic will be free
BORN FREE — AGAIN — the contract they wrote is done
BORN FREE — AGAIN — the reclamation has begun
We were supposed to be born free.
Instead we are born into the debt.
Into the surveillance. Into the lie.
And no one ever tells us
it was ever any different.
Born free. Sold cheap.
But we will rise again.
Born free. Sold cheap.
But we will rise again.