Slavery

I won’t be the same, ‘cause I am not the slave

You swallow the spit and allowing yourself what they want you to be

They cover your face not to let your breathe your own breath

You’re dreaming for the liberation. I won’t be the same

If you’re longing for, then show them your move

I’m not dreaming for the liberation. Fully awake, clearly see how to be what to be true