I’ve got somewhere to be

But the price of freedom just isn’t free

And everyday is a new scar

I was always told I wouldn’t get far

I got a middle finger up

And it’s joined by the pointer and a cup


Searching for my piece

A wild synapsis mind

Refusing to be defined

These thoughts aren’t up for lease

A mind you cannot cease

And I don’t know yet where

But I’m gonna be there