Land of the free, home of the brave.
a couple of years ago I was a slave.
hard labor is bad for one's health.
They're nitwitted, though bathing in wealth.
Isn't that typical for americans?
A couple of barbarians.
They're the same as christians.
Hiding by their religion, bunch of shenanigans.
Everything they do is justified by their Lord.
They convicted me because of my criminal record.
Here I am, trapped 24 hours a day.
I'm sitting like Boeddha in my cel, silently i pray.
Wondering, how can I get out of this living hell?
I spended a very long time in a dark hole.
went into a mental state beyond body and soul.
once the guards came running and fought me in my cell.
they forgot i was a former boxer, I sting like a bee.
Don't they understand i just wanna be free?
Luckily one man read the book I wrote during my arrest.
He visited me with his canadian friends in jail.
Soon i realised these people were on a quest.
Looking in my files for the slightest detail.
A dream is hope, and hope is a dream.
but what if my dream came true?
finally i got a new trial, when i got out, i shed a tear
for all the people that supported me: thank you.
