Some day I'll fly out of this prison,
Because we never wanted this for me,
I just fell into this,
Simply dealt bad cards at birth,
Cellmates cry out with me in frustration,
Our anthem is,' I want out! When, God.'
The answer was never meant for us,
Because this sentence belongs to noone,
And my keeper is an impersonator,
Assuming a false right,
I belong to someone else,
Someone bigger,
To the keyholding fraud: I'll be free soon.