[male vocals] My
name,
not
my
fathers'
I
want
to
live
my
life,
i
want
to
carve
my
own
niche,
i
want
to
win
in
my
name,
own
my
own
bragging
right,
if
i
fail,
let
it
be
i
failed
in
my
name.
I'm
not
mama's
boy,
not
even
papa's
bot.
I'm
whom,
i
have
chosen
to
be,
me
me
me
and
not
anyone
else's
shadows
and
shades.
I
want
to
boast
in
my
name,
make
my
own
money,
feed
from
my
own
sweat
and
blood's
efforts.
I
dont
want
to
wear
family
laurels,
i
dont
want
to
dwell
in
their
glories,
i
dont
want
to
walk
in
the
shadows
of
family
names.
Free
me,
let
me
be,
i
want
to
be
freed
like
the
bird
in
the
air,
i
want
swim
in
my
own
river
like
a
fish,
i
want
to
feel
the
wild,
spread,
tumble
and
bubble
wide
like
the
waves.
I
hate
the
clinging
sounds
of
chains
and
shackles
that
hold
my
legs.
I
have
chosen
my
path,
music
is
my
calling,
writting
lyrics
is
gift,
singing
is
my
talent.
My
life
is
a
script
of
its
own.
My
actions
are
drama
full
of
comic
relieves,
suspenses
and
tradgedies.
My
choice
anyways!
I
believe
in
myself,
i
believe
in
my
journey,
the
making
of
each
day
paints
the
colours
on
my
canvas.
The
brush
keeps
painting,
keeps
touching
and
making
nice
scratches
for
my
good.
I
want
to
feel
the
bruish
of
falling,
i
want
to
feel
the
pinch
of
wearing
my
own
shoes,
i
want
to
feel
the
pang
of
making
mistakes
and
making
mends.
I
want
to
work
with
my
two
hands,
i
want
to
cross
my
own
bridge
forged
by
own
ideas
and
hands.
Free
me,
let
me
be,
i
want
to
be
freed
like
the
bird
in
the
air,
i
want
swim
in
my
own
river
like
a
fish,
i
want
to
feel
the
wild,
spread,
tumble
and
bubble
wide
like
the
waves.
I
hate
the
clinging
sounds
of
chains
and
shackles
that
hold
my
legs.
I'm
not
afraid
of
street
puppies
and
vipers,
i'm
not
afraid
of
walking
in
the
valley
of
shadow
of
death.
I'm
not
fraid
of
falling,
failing,
wailing.
I
know
healing
comes
through
times.
Strength
comes
through
try
and
error.
They
say
street
is
military,
they
never
knew
i'm
a
decorated
soldier,
they
say
street
is
full
of
puppies
and
snakes,
they
never
knew
i'm
vect
doctor,
they
say
street
is
a
hard
nut,
they
never
knew
i'm
a
crusher.
The
glory
and
reign
of
my
parents
belong
to
the
family
and
everyone
who
wishes
to
walk
in
their
shoes.
Well,
that's
choice
not
mine.
Their
name
is
written
gold,
yes
i
know.
They
work
hard
for
us,
i
agree
with
you,
i
belong
to
the
family,
i
dont
argue
with
anyone.
Free
me,
let
me
be,
i
want
to
be
freed
like
the
bird
in
the
air,
i
want
swim
in
my
own
river
like
a
fish,
i
want
to
feel
the
wild,
spread,
tumble
and
bubble
wide
like
the
waves.
I
hate
the
clinging
sounds
of
chains
and
shackles
that
hold
my
legs.
Well,
i'm
an
adult,
i
have
grown,
i
can
make
my
own
choice
and
choose
my
own
path
for
myself.
Dont
look
me
in
the
mirror
of
my
parent's
names
and
wealth.
Dont
see
me
in
the
light
of
my
parent's
shoes,
dont
hold
my
hands
by
the
virtue
of
family
power
games
and
values.
I
have
walked
in
the
reins
made
for
me,
i
have
slept
in
the
bed
made
by
others,
i
have
eaten
foods
made
by
others
for
too
long,
i
have
been
told
not
to
speak
in
the
public
because
of
family
name.
How
long
will
i
continue
live
in
the
shadows
and
shades
of
other?
Free
me,
let
me
be,
i
want
to
be
freed
like
the
bird
in
the
air,
i
want
swim
in
my
own
river
like
a
fish,
i
want
to
feel
the
wild,
spread,
tumble
and
bubble
wide
like
the
waves.
I
hate
the
clinging
sounds
of
chains
and
shackles
that
hold
my
legs.
The
sound
of
music
is
sweet,
the
raving
echoes
of
my
strings
is
sweeter,
tastier
like
nectar.
The
Street
is
swift
and
sweet,
full
of
fun
and
fraud.
Still
and
still,
i
love
it,
run
it,
own
it,
hold
it
and
helm
it
and
feel
it.
It's
highly
sweet
to
walk
under
the
grooves
of
ancient
trees,
but
i
want
to
plant
and
nurture
my
own
trees,
i
want
to
name
them,
own
them,
live
under
there
grooves
and
feel
highly
of
there
sweet
aroma
every
evening.
Dont
judge
me
by
my
family
name,
dont
see
me
in
the
light
of
my
father's
wealth,
dont
look
down
on
my
arts
because
of
my
choice,
dont
judge
my
genre
on
the
shades
of
family
trees
and
pedigrees.
I
am
me
not
my
fathers'.
Free
me,
let
me
be,
i
want
to
be
freed
like
the
bird
in
the
air,
i
want
swim
in
my
own
river
like
a
fish,
i
want
to
feel
the
wild,
spread,
tumble
and
bubble
wide
like
the
waves.
I
hate
the
clinging
sounds
of
chains
and
shackles
that
hold
my
legs.