Looking For Freedom

Chains of the world wrapped around the neck of an infant, crying out for sweet liberty Screams in the night, his world up in smoke Fire in his veins and vengeance in his eyes, a man much to early become is he He tried to tell them all no one listened when he spoke No one to hear him, no one to listen Turned out into the cold, this world full of sin His knowledge made him hard, all this before the age of ten Too tough on these streets for one so young, too hard to win Growing up tough, demons pulling at him from every side He tried to stay right but it was too hard to hide Crimson smoke swirls in the gutter as people walk by As the life leaves his eyes, the world finally sees him But it’s too little too late, looking for freedom