DESCRIPTION:
When I first heard this song I really liked it and decided to make a music video for it. This is my first music video and I hope I got the message across.

Disclaimer: No Copyright Infringement intended. The song and the photos belongs to the artist/record label/production company who made it. For promotional use only, I do not own anything. I am a fan of Mickey Cho, please support him by buying his CD. =]

Lyrics:
Welcome to the land of the free
Where we believe in the equality of all
But there are things still unseen.
But under it all, a system of corruption and greed
Lies and misdirection to the innocent we are now among
There's people who are telling us lies
That slavery's dead but slavery is well and alive
Sex trafficking is happening and passing us by
No reaction, lack of action in a passionless time man.
These cash croppers out to get money
Go across seas to these third world countries.
They take advantage of these families with nothing in hopes of using kids to exploit the dirtiness of man
The underlining filth of all humanity
That's manifested in every sex trafficking plan.
They blind them with the hope of opportunity
Take them from their mom and dad
To the land inhabited by you and me
Welcome to America.

How could you break me down and tell me all these lies
Then leave me stranded and so broken down inside
I'll never get to see the life I would have lived
But now I'm forced to live this life of sin.

Her life is worth more than that
Her life is worth more than that
I'm not for sale
Her life is worth more than that
Her life is worth more than that
I'm not for sale.

We brag about technology, degrees, even wedding rings
But to most of these girls, virginity is everything
So these slave owners take them aside
Beat and abuse and rape them till they're broken inside
Living in shame, crying for help, ages that range
Anywhere from seventeen and younger to twelve
And younger as well
It's sick to think of it, but these middle aged men
In their thirties and forties have twisted images
This is the time that we're living in
Where children are forced to be an instrument
I'm sickened by the wickedness
Now picture it, still frame, frozen in time
A group of girls for the picking, one chosen in line
And taken to a room with a man she's never met before
Crying to be free! Right now she's never meant it more
And there's nothing you could say to me, make no mistake
This isn't prostitution, this is real slavery for real.

How could you break me down and tell me all these lies
Then leave me stranded and so broken down inside
I'll never get to see the life I would have lived
But now I'm forced to live this life of sin.

Her life is worth more than that
Her life is worth more than that
I'm not for sale
Her life is worth more than that
Her life is worth more than that
I'm not for sale
Her life is worth more than that
Her life is worth more than that
I'm not for sale
Her life is worth more than that
Her life is worth more than that.

This is a loss of innocence
The cost of our lost in the interest of justice
Has it lost all significance?
In our images of pimps there's a difference
We glorify them but they're horrified of them
And they wonder what their lives just might have been
If they weren't alive terrified at the sight of them
And I realize now how blind I've been
Seeing only me in the reflection of the world
When the girls that I speak of are closer than we realize
Underground bars, massage parlors at every side

And I feel we have the right to be informed
That this problem's infiltrated our society
We use the internet to search up on the best gifts
But these girls are being sold around on craigslist
See the severity, the fullness of the matter
That these children are enslaved being served upon a platter why?

Now my life be used in your name,
I choose to remain in you to help me loosen the chains of the slaves
Let the Church be moved in a way to intercede
Start convicting me and you to just pray.

So I support these organizations
That really go into these nations and these places just to set free
Cause in their minds they have to wonder if they'll ever make it out They're probably thinking did the universe forget me?
So I pray that our God will come and honor his promises of grace And be a father to the fatherless
To be a voice for the voiceless
Life is about choices
Will we choose to stand up or stand still?

Open the eyes of those around you
There's evil that surrounds you
And we've become so numb that we just can't feel
Take part in this, put your heart in this
Stand tall for the broken hearted
Cause no one else will.
No one else will
27 million children caught up in the slave trade today
And it grows still, fight until the righteous prevail
These girls cannot be bought.
These girls are ...
I'm not for sale.