And even Alaska ain't all good

I think you need to think this through.

It's just better than most places

I want all my own shit

https://youtu.be/sfjon-ZTqzU

And the choice to trade in my own shit for system stuff

If I want system stuff, I can trade my stuff in for that. It's my CHOICE.

I can work for the system currency aka $

Which I trade in for goods.

as it is your CHOICE to stay in a system because you want...

your shit with you...

...your tax money back...

"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't free"

Which I worked for to begin with.

and now it stops you from getting that freedom.

It is your CHOICE to keep it.

It really ain't free if it ain't free.

https://g.co/kgs/vePiae

Why should I have to give up my work for nothing?

you could walk away and have your freedom. But you make a CHOICE to not.

I worked for my shit

to have freedom.

but you chose not to.

see the problem?

Why should my work not benefit me?

because you worked for the system?

you must have understood that was a bad idea?

I was forced to or I'd be dead.

you dont like the system, do you?

Literally dead.

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't free
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
Well, I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me
Well, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah
La da da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa
La da da da daa dadada Bobby McGee-ah
La li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
La la laa la daada Bobby McGee-ah yeah
La di da, ladida la dida la di daa, ladida la dida la di daa
Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah
Lo lo lo lolo lo lo laa, lololo lo lolo lo lolo lo lolo lo la laa
Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah
Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man
I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
C'mon, hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
Lo lo Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord

I needed to work. Or no food.

no food?

you expect the system to FEED you?

jesus man....you dont want freedom at all. You want a kindergarten.

You cant even feed yourself and you want freedom?

Ok troll

I clearly said I just want to keep all my shit

And move to a better place

But the system trapped me

But ok