My message lies hidden inside the mist of the lead with which it spreads| I hold embedded the pains and shackles in which many lay| I show no fear in the words forming inside my innermost thoughts| My eyes blinded with fury after many years of being manipulated with lies| Minuscule the bigger picture shackled in frame| I maintain that message| Which formed as I skimmed through pages of manuscripts| They did not want me to read| I searched and found my voice hidden inside a mountain cave sitting dormant| Subversive beneath a cemetery in the woods of fight and glory| Pride and justice| Beacon of hope for the restless| House of terror for the investors| The dream arose from a sleepwalker walking along the divided line| Enchanted by the beauty in the words inside of a ghetto| In the middle of nowhere| No one to listen| But I listened and arose| Cleared my throat| And out came a menacing voice| Toned vibes for the tone deaf| They chose to not hear| ...