I'm lucky to know I come from a place That gives me the chance To sculpt my future with my own two hands I'm not the emperor Never want to be the king But the master of my own destiny Not always free to choose Sometimes destined to lose But the "worse" that I know is the "better" For many which had no start at the front row I see so many folded hands Seeking comfort within walls Victims of their circumstances Paralyzed by convenience Taking their privilege as an entitlement Though it's just a plain coincidence And you wonder why our cities burn Cities burn Cities burn While you gently close your eyes