in the blankets by the window cast
wreaths of smoke hang over my past

breaking from the grasp that holds me down
voicing my oppinion, making a sound

fighting for my rights that let me be free
wearing clothes that let me be me

living that fire, breaking that line
living my life, before i am out of time

not everything is black, not all is white
raising my voice, going to new heights

raising m fist, wanting to be heard
changing people with my words

knowing what i want, raising my tone
i am only a person thinkin on my own

 
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