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Set My People Free
I met a little Mexican boy and he told me
Can you help me please?
Set my people free

Abuelita sitting in a corner begging for a dime or two
No benefits in life but a styrofoam cup in her hand
Whoa, oh Lord, oh Lord ~ Set my people free
Whoa, oh Lord, oh Lord ~ Set my people free

A big-brown-eyed little boy looked up at me
Said, “Follow me, let me show you where I gotta live.”
I couldn’t believe there was so much poverty
Everywhere I looked at, they had death in their eyes
Oh Lord won’t you please make me
Someone to bring hope back in their lives
Whoa, oh Lord, oh Lord ~ Set my people free
Whoa, oh Lord, oh Lord ~ Set my people free

All we want is, All we want is a chance
All we want is, All we want is a chance

I met a little Mexican boy and he told me
Can you help me please?
Set my people free

Abuelita sitting in a corner begging for a dime or two
No benefits in life but a styrofoam cup in her hand
Whoa, oh Lord, oh Lord ~ Set my people free
Whoa, oh Lord, oh Lord ~ Set my people free






Written by Gabriel Manzo