Why does it feel am in a cage
Chained to my past can't free from it
Why have this shackles turned to be my doom
Why can't I get free why are the chain painful

I seat as the bruises from the shackles bleed
I seat while my eyes filled with tears
My hands have the marks of the whip
I have to eat the filthy remain of the rich

I work hard for their richness while am poor
I toil to feed my poor children that are hungry
I am feeding my children while their father
Doesn't remember his children

We are the unwanted for the rags we wear
We are the ones that sleep on the floor
We need care were is there humanity
All I ask is for assistance of my children
Still I am shuckled by the lack of humanity