Prisoner Of War by Brendan Annandale

into the storm head first twisted and torn,
religiously persecuted, i'm a prisoner of war
so many questions i'm wise, wisdom is born
city streets got me beat as I listen to horns
practicing my faith till i get it perfect i guess
battling hate being brave with courageousness
talk about anxiety, you could say that i'm stressed
psych warded rights thwarted, crazy and blessed
they try to label me insane, blaming my rep
angry and upset at the world for the pain that I've kept
quietly suffering in all of my silent shame
like an animal full of rage, they got me locked inside a cage
violence fades, beneath the sun that shines today
claiming i'm the one, but they all say that i'm afraid
people talk a lot about how i'm on the chopping block
bleeding for my rights until a cop gets shot
just in time to see me rise, so clock your watch
free to believe what i want, you'll never stop my thoughts