They assumed i was guilty,
i'd commited no crime.
they said,confessious bring lenience,
so they put me on the line.
so i protest the massacre's at the timen square, my friends said,
yo stay away man, you better not go fucking back there.
Wouldn't let me write about,
my opinions about the state.
and the freedom of expression,
they would never tolerate.
and the military secrets,
that i never did steal.
i didn't start no violence,
there was nobody that i killed.
so i had a clear account,
of all the abuses of power,
and the memories of my homeland,
have now gone sour.
and i only got one weapon,
it's so plain for me to see,
my only weapon,
i call poetry.
And i don't even know why,
the truth seems like a lie.
in my cell there is no sky,
when i was arrested in shanghi.
Into wealth and privaledge,
huh, i was not born.
but a devotion to freedom and liberty,
i was sworn.
so every emotion is studied watched and controlled
who gets paid, who gets disiplined, who gets rolled so,
transmit a beams my coordinates,
anywhere on earth.
and as radio waves surveillence,
satallite burst.
open up your skull,
and let some knowledge come in,
crack open your cranium and let awareness begin
And i don't even know why,
the truth seems like a lie.
in my cell there is no sky,
when i was arrested in shanghi.
when i was arrested in shanghi.
when i was arrested in shanghi.