Shackled in chains
Counting the days
Makes a busy mind
Makes me forget of my..
My life, this time
This destiny
My pride, this prize
Yet makes me..remember my family
We bear the lock
We bear no key
We're a part of the flock
We'll never be free
Raised to be enslaved
A tool for royalty
Preys of poverty
Raised to never be saved
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