The whips to our backs are mental scars
Not much of physical scars
Scars can rub off easily, bad memories stay with you
They haunt you
Freedom is given to what society thinks is justified to our world
The world of diversity, somewhat we're trapped in a cage being tortured by our own kind of malignant people
We're free from freedom, and our knees are ashy from the ground we kneel in
Our bodies are burning, the sun has polluted our bodies with sweat, its affecting the way we think
We do not belong here
We're supposed to be free, free from slavery, not free from freedom
Our scars on our backs are chants
Chants that one day will be heard
And we'll walk the streets with confidence
We'll triumph together as one
My fellow brothers and sisters
We will be free