Why am i still fighting for my freedom?, i thought that was a basic human right?, as a prisoner of war, its my duty to escape tonight, i can feel a revolution, activating in my d.N.A, the blood in my vains holds the struggle of freedom fighters, of yesterday, nobody will hand out change, we have to fight for it, standing on the picket lines, give me that mic, let me speak, elevate the weak, give them something to eat, like food for thought.