Master Beaten For The Possibility
At crossroads I made some mistakes, decisions were all
made in vain.
Fighting for justice and change, everything remained the
same.
Faces had all sympathized, they wanted me dead or alive.
Then I just simply escaped, eluded all with my own fate.
Discouraged with false hopes, caught in the crossfire of
insecurity.
Encouraged to revolt, held down beaten for the
possibility.
Behind the bars I was chained, it's the American Way...
Guilty of sins I was charged, prejudged was feathered and
tarred.
With only moments to spare, a miracle that I was cleared.
Another culprit confessed, the last seven years I had
wept.
