Hands and feet are chained.

Ambidextrous speaking.

More likely like a prisoner.

This place called life held me like a hostage,

I need a breather.

I find myself in a midst all alone,

Can’t find a direction to turn.

Unable to voice out and shout for help,

Cause no one is there to save me.

Trust me I did cry for help but no one cares to hear my cry.

Don’t I deserve happiness?

It’s been twenty seven years now soon to be twenty eight years,

Been in these shackles.

When is my time?

I think I’ve served my sentenced years right now.

I’ve paid my dues.

When is my release?

Cut these shackles off of me!!