As the blood trickles from my limbs,
with cries of pasion and agony,
flooding my thoughts, my perspective,
painting dreams and aspirations,
every drop, an unanswered question,
my soul confronts me.
I have to answer to my self.
A promise turns into obsession,
obsession into madness
and madness into awakening.
The head has risen, it shall not bow again.
Watch as the aura of truth spreads;
a new dawn in every metro and ghetto;
watch its face as it stares u in the eye,
watch the storm rise and witness the power!
I am drunk in the spirit of life,
addicted to the high;
I have started liking the pain of wounds
for it only makes my will stronger,
unstoppable.
Giving me the drive to be someone, to do something,
To rise. To awaken. To fight!
I am life. I am the future.
I am knowledge. I am power.
I am the Youth, and I am ALIVE!
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