Freedom is not my philosophy
It’s the scars on my face and the chips in my teeth
The twitch in my eye, the blood on my bare feet
The dirt under my nails and the smile in my embrace
I’m no longer hungry for a freedom philosophy
I’m hunting a freedom testimony
So no more of this life
The life of a prison prophet
There isn’t much demand for him
Only one road awaits and every fate is the same
You will wake up tomorrow in a cell