Life passing by behind bars| Shackled his physical but not his message| His words travel through transmissions| Voice clear with passion| The passion for life| The passion for freedom| Not his own| But those who are not spoken for| You are the voice of the voiceless| And the eyes of the blind| The tapping on the shoulders of those who cover their ears choosing to tune out the cries| From you I've learned of the struggles in Africa| Asia| And my own backyard| From you I've learned to love those who do not have much| I was exposed to the truth| The suffering and injustice my school kept me from| A roaming mind| I never paid attention in class| Not believing what they said| I looked to you for advice| Knowing you would steer me in the right path| Follow the road to the castle and picket the fence| Picket with signs| With letters spelling out their lies| Cover the letters with the blood they splat| And speak with the yells of thos...