Cuffed to your ankles   It won’t wash off without your own hands   Made to make a slave to the ones you will hate the most   I have so many pages in my book   You can’t judge me by my cover   My content is too much to handle   I have so much to take in one sitting   This court has just one judge penalising   He is ruthless in all aspects   My case has tons of revenge   My bones wail and ache with patience   The wall concave with my conscience