By Freddie America
The road from Texas to the capital was never just miles of pavement - it was a battle of will. I left the dust of my hometown with a toolbox in one hand and the Constitution in the other, swearing that no man or politician would buy my silence.
Every mile told a story - the farmers who'd lost their land, the veterans who'd lost their homes, the workers who'd lost faith in the system that promised them freedom. But I carried their names like sparks in my chest.
When I reached the capital, I wasn't there to beg. I was there to remind them that Texas still breathes fire - that power belongs to the people who built this land, wired its cities, and paid its taxes.
I came not as a politician, but as a citizen. As Freddie America - a man born in blood, raised on voltage, and driven by the soul of Texas.
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