My life has been bought and sold.
I am little more than a commodity,
A wealth creating machine with a brain
and a heart,
Subject to the laws of gold.
I am alienated,
Separated from my mind and soul,
No control over my life.
When I was born,
I was given two choices.
Be a rebel or a slave;
So I rebel from the belly of the beast,
Staying true to my people
and my struggle.