I belong to no country you may war against and tomorrow’s place I find, for my head, under your military boots, and the roaring thunder of your steel and fire shaking my ground.
I belong to no race when a color mistake can take your reason away, and all your eyes can see is but a shade of who I am; pull a trigger and **** a hue of soul I share with you You’ll never see through you are color blind
I belong to no religion whose choice of god conflict with yours— convince me you think you must and you might with a bullet in my head or a blade tearing my neck apart— what does it take to live in your world? worship you or your god.
I belong to no man no country no race no religion; I belong to you I will never **** you but if you do watch out for the rusty blade you ****** not too deep and I will always be a thorn in your side but deep enough will end up in your heart you also do belong to me.