Beaten for the Possibility

At crossroads I made some mistakes, decisions were all

made in vain.

Fighting for justice and change, everything remained the

same.

Faces had all sympathized, they wanted me dead or alive.

Then I just simply escaped, eluded all with my own fate.

Discouraged with false hopes, caught in the crossfire of

insecurity.

Encouraged to revolt, held down beaten for the

possibility.

Behind the bars I was chained, it's the American Way...

Guilty of sins I was charged, prejudged was feathered and

tarred.

With only moments to spare, a miracle that I was cleared.

Another culprit confessed, the last seven years I had

wept.