The moment I came to the land of free
the chain of the shackled sounded
the blood is a stain in the humidity
the sweat can be felt all over your skin

Remember, your weakness is your gun,
but the bullet comes from beyond.
Write it, cry it, sweat it but never greed
It is our sin,  and if they know your roots,
They know your life.

Be wise and write; write the true
and enjoy the fruits of your honest life.