Third World Power

The place now called wastelands
by the those that hold wall streets
That place that birthed my soul
holds the only freedom I know of
Journeyed to the west, my name on free debts
Just by trying to live normal
The only option is to get rich, they say
Play around, connive and back stab
Free me judge,for in due time
My footprints will be back
on the soil of freedom
Third world? they ask
Mother Earth, I know