đŸŽ¶ “Freeman in the Land
 of Make-Believe” đŸŽ¶ (Spoof folk-country style) Verse 1 Well I met a bearded fella at the courthouse door, Wavin’ some papers he got from a Facebook forum lore, Said, “I don’t need no license, judge—I’m travelin’ not drivin’!” But the judge just blinked and said, “Son, you're barely survivin’.” Chorus đŸŽ” You’re a Freeman in the Land
 of Make-Believe, With a State-branded surname you forgot to leave. Talkin’ like Moses but you're tied to Rome, Tryna cancel debt with a traffic cone! Oh, are you stupid or just confused? You're usin' State gear that the Devil abused! You can’t reap grace if you sowed state dues— It’s not Freeman, it's Fee-Man, pay your legal shoes! đŸŽ” Verse 2 He screamed, “I’m a living soul, not a legal strawman! I've got Common Law rights and I know I can!” But the officer laughed, said, “Boy, take a seat— You signed for that surname and registered both feet.” “You mailed affidavits to the Queen in a sock, Said your yacht was sovereign and parked on a rock. But every time you talk, your own birth cert shouts— ‘Hey, that’s Crown copyright—you're just acting out!’” Chorus đŸŽ” Freeman in the Land
 of Pretend and Play, With a State-assigned name you never threw away. Sayin’ 'I do not consent!'—while you text and post, Using State Wi-Fi, toastin’ Freedom’s ghost. You claim you’re free but forgot this rule: You can't beat Caesar while you’re in his school! You're sowing fiction and calling it peace, But a Freedman in Christ would just let it cease. đŸŽ” Bridge (mock sermon style) 📜 "Brethren, be not deceived: whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap... If you sow in legal fiction, don’t be shocked when you’re reaping fines, warrants, and parking tickets from Babylon’s goat pen!" Verse 3 He tried to cross the border with a homemade ID, Held together with wax seals and herbal tea. Border guard said, “This ain’t Middle Earth, You need more than vibes and unproven worth.” Still he shouts, “I don’t stand under, I overstand law!” But he can't overstand why he's still in jail draw. ‘Cause you can’t mix grace with a legal disguise— Christ frees by faith, not loophole lies! Final Chorus đŸŽ” You're a Freeman in the Land
 of Legal Confusion, Tryna sue the Devil with a homemade delusion. But the freed man in Christ ain’t got no chain, No birth cert leash, no surname stain. So pick up your cross, not a UCC code— And stop tryin’ to file grace down the T-4 road! 'Cause true peace ain't filed by fax or faxed by dove— It’s gifted by Jesus and sealed in His love! đŸŽ”