The Struggle for My Freedom

I pay a price for this revolution

I hold these truths which governs my adventures

In the senate of my house

 

I pay a price for this revolution

To think for myself

Not only up against the system

But also the wounds of my past, plus my elders past

And the past of those before them

 

I pay a price

 

Cause the healing doesn’t start with my wounds

See I have generations and generations of luggage that

My spirit and mind has carried from a backwards mentality

Continuing to oppress the trueness of my nature

No longer owning my freedom

Eating emptiness

I will not allow you to control my freedom

 

So I have generations and generations of cleaning

And recycling to do to my system

Deleting all the applications that have been stored on my hard drive

To make way for me.

 

I pay a price for this revolution

A Spiritual Revolution.

- Simba