On a flight leaving my comfort zone heading out to a better zone
Not really pumped up am leaving my home to be in second place out of my zone.

Stories of how my forefathers were slaves always jolts me back to my reality
The chains that bounded my chest and pain within my lips always bring me back to reality.

Am still a product of my circumstances my colour doesn't define how I move on my trail
The gaze from the bystanders letting me know am out of place in my trail.

Have been living on trial all my life every new step looks like a big mistake
Am living without chains in my mind but physically I might still be a huge mistake.