I am a slave to myself
Upon my chest
The evidence rests
A badge of slavery
Foretells my impending death
My mind is in shackles
My back is whipped
My souls is bleeding
I'm constantly kicked
There's always a limit
Always a cage
Always heartbroken
Till the end of my days
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