Do you see how much we are trying ?
trying to make things better ?
see how much we are fighting ,
fighting for our days to be brighter ?

Do you see how some use their blood sweat and tears to free us of this torment you now call home ?

build with their own two hands art that can rebrand our mind .
Form with their brain-no bigger than our own-new ways ,new routes to liberate our kind.

Through space and time , finding the light that shines so bright it might just break the pattern .

Do you see it all ?
The black in their eyes  , the white of their palm and black of their hand ,the red of their blood that spills for our freedom

the black of their eyes tainted with determination ,and love,  so much love
to bring us all out of this curse you now see as a blessing .

the darkness of the skin that attracts the most of the world , and the light
that attracts the sun ,making it shine so bright .
the darkness of the skin that works morning day and night
for the freedom of it's people even though you're blind ,

To all the things that move you.
Athough in a world where war is the norm
you owe it to yourself to be alert ,
and not give in to oppressing currents .

Do you ever ask yourself the question :
why so many of us come to you so needy
begging for your understanding , for you to use that brain for an instant
to use your free will , righteously.


do you ever ask yourself why you're standing in a country that isn't your own with your 4 limbs ?
that maybe  it is thanks to those who saw the act of the oppressors no matter if it came in a bloodied hand or drapped in silk

Comfort is just like sloth ,
One of the devil's favourite tool ,
you think you know where you're at when really you're just a fool

understand you're only flying cause
you 're not grounded in anything .
Not cause you're free no , free people are down here mending and fixing


The end of the tunnel exists
As the light blinds part of my vision
I see the  blue sky through the mist
Sing with me:"to hell the illusion"