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Chains of the past
I detiorated those days shackled by self doubt,
I knew not of happiness isnt that what life's about?
But that prison, oh that chamber, restricted from my radicals
What made me a different nature.
When my insides filled with gravel from to much dirt bring thrown
By then I never felt more solemly all alone.
They never told me differentiality is a crime or that their jury to trial would be a waste of my time,
So then you look around for anything at all,
Please if your out there, help me catch my fall,
If you have ever experienced chains then you have once been free
And I pledge of now my nation,
Strength and sensibility. -B.W
