The flesh is good so they chained
Half of black ship, now is dead
Before were killings of black
Nowadays is mental attack

Chorus: Dont judge us from what you see
Cause in the end dust is what we will be
Chained in a cell with an opened door
Lets break the chains for evermore

So fight until the end

But in reality is killing pain
Unemployment and contempt are the chains
Its hard to keep our force
When will we break this curse?

With chains, we think that we run, we never see
We are free in the prisons of liberty

Chorus
It hasnt sense as a stone hasnt feelings
Just ignorance seasoned with sickness
About our past, were always pessimists
We cant change what is dead

So fight until the end

With chains, we think that we run, we never see
We are chained in prisons so liberty