It’s costing you patience, testing your strength when
You’re the leader that’s holding the load for your nation
Upholding your laws, they’re golden they’re sacred
Faith activation, you know when you make it
You still roll no matter the toll you’ve been faced with
You paid it, flesh bones this road is paved with
This life that we live, we chose the vocation
We’re called to it, like a rose called through the pavement
Called to it, like a brush called to the painting
Wounded in battle, we’ll crawl and we’ll make it
We dig beneath the surface, trawl information
Knowledge, we gain it, no opportunity wasted
Problems we face it, resolve with no hatred
Walk calm amidst, the storms of relations
Locked arm and arm, we’re stronger when linked in
Your own mind’s the weapon, be armed, and tenacious
Any braces, placed upon you, break them
Man seeks freedom, wasn’t meant to be chained in
Remove the blindfold, your brain is awakened
You’ve now entered the lodge, of your lumination
Metamorphosis change, for self-liberation
The old self must die, and face it’s extinction
Victory is mine, behold it and taste it
The old self must die, and face it’s extinction
Resurrect your self, a new incarnation
A discipline, tested, deserves coronation
The road less travelled, the self undertakes it
But every road that’s blazed, has been undertaken
With eyes open, many have still not awakened
Break free, resist the hold of the slaveship
They’ll lure you with gold to a life of enslavement
Break free, chrysalis, unfolding in stages
Break free, nothing can hold you, break it
Emerge from your shell, I told you you’ll make it
Wing span expands behold your creation
Teach others, do not withhold information
Find others with wings, and roll in formation
There’s no need for waiting, your soul is the savior
Break free, nothing can hold you, break it
Break free, nothing can hold you, break it

:::Martin Luther King, Jr.:::

I will break free… (repeat)

Of racism
Of self-sabotage
Of not standing up
Of not speaking up
Of going with the masses
To conform for what?
Of not turning off the tube studying the books
Of judging people’s characters by the way they look
Of always sticking to the script playing by the book
Of not eating real food just to power up
Of being in a rut
Of given my money and time and thought to companies that don’t give a fuck…
I’m a break free…
Quiet weapons for silent wars are fought through philosophy
So I’m a build on my mind like it’s property