Freiheit / Freedom Reichtum / Wealth Sklaverei / Slavery Verfolgung / Pursuit Weg / Way Werkzeug / Tool
Oil wealth has been a curse on us, made us weak and docile.
My mom would walk through a fire pit for me, and I'd do the same for her.
It is a way we reassess our past. We can do that in poetry in ways we can't do in prose.
The pillars of truth and the pillars of freedom - they are the pillars of society.
Slavery is a weed that grows on every soil.
They have a fine breeze and are now we hope, well on their way.
I'm not one of those guys who wants to die on a stage.
I don't want to wear my compositional tools on my sleeve.
There is no such source of error as the pursuit of truth.
