Even before you to be born
They have already written your fate
They gave you a name, a religion
A way to go on
Made your mind
In the likeness of them
There is rules to follow
You can't discuss
They say what you have to be
For what you have to fight
You're only a product
A stereotype, a slave
Now you aren't able to decide
Now you have no identify
And even can't notice
All this slavery