Times is enemy
In there mind am still slaves in missionary
Oh how they wish to call me boy in slavery
Things are different from the old days
They play different games with made up rules
To weaken my ways, and devide me from the rest
They gave me a job
A slave shift from nine to five
Now I can afford a Benzs
But am I free like a bird
Or a monkey in cage
They talk about equals rights
For us and them, Damn I did not forget
The game rules are by them
So whats my rights? To follow the game
This aint a poem like many
It's more then words in plenty
I truely believe in each word am saying
So hear me out am screaming
How I feel each time am breathing
They are trying to hold me back with no excaping
After me, they will come for you