free to be me

maybe lucifer wears leather
i can tell by the price of my sin
he probably wore shoes made of feather
'cause i never heard him come in
now my life's heavy like london weather
my days are darker than my skin
neighbours are starting to wonder wether
my blood's drunk from drugs
when i was robbed by thugs
they never cared consoling me wit  hugs
they judged my path,gunned my reputation
'cause i shunned their social obligation
their daughters lusting to slaughter me
between their thick thighs,like i dont see
their sinful schemes that kill dreams
but i will be free…
free from all miseducation
i will see their misrepresantaion
but until that day arrives..
i will remain stuck in their plans