A kid being born in prison
Born into strict rules and systems
When somethings told, needs to listen
Play outside, false freetime, trick em
Behind eight bars his sentence passed
Gets to leave the center at last
Walks around, shamed public outcast
Sees the same live as convicts had
Follow rules, scared of punishment
Tracked by cameras permanent
Same cubicle's as residence
All panopticon residents
Tricked freedom to visit places
Everywhere news distort faces
Fear another and their races
If not, police come with maces
After traveling extensively
Saw the same things physically
And discovered mentally
That's where the change needs to be
Can't cage who thinks autonomously
His mind has self authority
That's how he lived, free happily
By thinking independently
No more mindset of a victim
No longer subject to the system
His home was in himself, listen
Didn't care what lies prison spitting
Personal freedom is fitting