Freeing our hair from your graspis high treason.
Freeing our wrists from your graspis high treason.
Freeing our necks from your graspis high treason.
Freeing the voicesis a death sentence.
We won’t beat either drumsor kitchen pots.
Justice comes quietlylike death in a dream.
No one will be happyuntil we break freefrom your grasp,let you out of your own trap.