If you are born among proletarians, and do drug deals.
And if you have already been punished once, it is easy to get caught.
I miss my freedom now, and the pat on the back.< br/>I miss my freedom now, and the pat on my shoulder.
(Verse 1)
A gatehouse of prejudice, stamped In my forehead.
Society's morals built on something else entirely .
Prisons me, an ethics without meaning.
Mr and Mrs Svensson with preconceived meaning.
I know who I was but I know myself now.
Look me in the eyes , the truth will come out in the end.
What the hell do you know about us? What the hell are you thinking?
Have you seen our upbringing, our lives?
You roll out the red carpet in front of your feet.
Take a look, I know what you think!
You looking at me as if I were a predator.
Thinking to yourself, they should be locked in a cage.
Who are you? - Who spits in our faces.
Who are you? - Without pride and realism.
Who are you? - Who don't know us huh.
Who are you? - Man without respect now!
If you are born among proletarians, and do drug deals.
And if you have already been punished once, it is easy to get caught.
I miss my freedom now, and the pat on my shoulder.
I miss my freedom now, and the pat on my shoulder.
(Verse 2)
My freedom, I lost it long ago.
Thirteen years, first day in treatment center.
Ever since that day, imprisoned without bars.
Standing in an open field but my wrists sting.
No handcuffs, but society fucks me.< br/>Wrong treatment, must have made me.
Never seen a pounder but the drugs were there.
When the guys got locked up I was already sitting there.
Punished by the system, so people can look down at me.
Point to your children, never be like him okay!
How to change without a second chance?
Sentenced for life if you are once punished!
If you are born among proletarians, and do drug deals.
And if you have already been punished once, it is easy to get caught.

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