Like everyone else, you were born in a cell, stuck in a mental prison, Repeats what they tell you without Question, another copy, of a copy, of a copy. Read, listen, watch and buy what they say. You are what you have or pretend to have Are you ready to wake? To find your freedom And fight for it? What you own ends up owning you This is your life and it ends in a second. Sooner or later you will learn the difference Between knowing the way and treading the path If you do not claim your humanity you Will only be one more, hiding behind a screen I don't wanna die without my battle scars.