Since we are talking about freedom
Don't talk to me like I am dumb
After all my rights have been denied
You still choose to call the 6, nine
Okay, I won't fight it
Just provide me with something I can eat
Numb and ignorant I will be
But you know I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
So you took my voice
So I won't be able to make any noise
Dumb, you forget I write
And I am always right
Since my ink isn't dry
I will make sure your ass fry
You bloody Ozymandias