Though I cannot stop trying to break out
And I am the hostage held in the dark for kill
But though I still have hope that I will see the sun
That day I would be a worthless piece of junk in their eyes
But though I know that judgement day is coming
I am the refugee seeking refuge
In the world that is accompanied by Masemola Seun conspiracy
But though I knew that my life is always secure

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