My pen is promised word's till all my people are free
My pen is promised word's till all my people are free
Truth pumps in my arteries causing my page to bleed,
While i'm sat here with a future & a million choices,
I write for the people who aint got no voices,
They dictate their lives, souls & thier minds,
But who can hide the fear in their hearts & their eyes,
Speak to a sister who hasn't got no voice,
& the child who has never played with a toy,
the men who were stripped of their wives & their pride,
when the soldiers arrived & they ended their lives,
I guess it's time that we unite & realise,
That we are living our lives surrounded by their lies,
The media show us what they need us to beleive,
& the papers only write what they want us to read,
The worlds globalised where do they end the community,



