Proud Pariah

I was born the latest son into the worker's Story, among the people working hard on tense and Senseless soil. The worker's path was not my cause, A life in ball and chain. A rebel heart beats freedom, I stand against the Grain. Liberty, I'm in exile. Don't get trapped those ways. Liberty, I'm in exile. I have made my way. The classes don't belong to me, They turn their angry eyes. With hurried doubt they spit out words, They scorn and tame my rise. I won't be collision, live my life in ball And chain. A rebel heart beats freedom, I stand against the grain. Liberty, I'm in exile. Don't get trapped those ways. Liberty, I'm in exile and forever stay. A properiah, got liquid iron in my veins. Properiah, only I decide the day. Properiah, I will never be ashamed of who I am And for the roots from where I came. I turn my back upon the world from all Its gilded lies, and out of crude shops I Came and to defy their ties. I took this path by choice to avoid a Life in vain. I won't be a nobody and live in ball And chain. Liberty, I'm in exile. Don't get trapped those ways. Liberty, I'm in exile and forever stay. A properiah, got liquid iron in my veins. Properiah, Only I decide the day. Properiah, I will never be ashamed of who I am And for the roots from where I came. I won't be a collision, live my life in Ball and chain. A rebel heart beats freedom, I stand against the Grain. Properiah. Properiah. Properiah. Properiah, got liquid iron in my veins. Properiah, Only I decide the day. Properiah, I will never be ashamed of who I am Or who I was, For I belong To the place from where I came.