Prisoner of the World

Stripped from the mother land,
chained and burried in the belly of Jesus.
Assassination of my character stripping me of my culture and knowledge of self.
Kreeting Laws that force me to public education of the land.
Leading me to believe that my savior is of pale skin and blue eyes.
Even though,
Revelations spit of skin of bronze and hair of wool.
I guess you just keep me locked in the dungeon,
play games with me like I'm a fool.
That's cool cause my escape plan will fool every single one of you.
Although you try to counter my movement,
although GPS can't keep me down.
For knowledge of self is deep within that's where it's found.
For I hold the keys to the kingdom.
You bring me to a strange land,
where I see strange fruit swinging from trees.
Every book I use to hold and possess, I got whooped for.
I guess your afraid of my plans to escape,
although in my mind I am already free.
Every nation is searching for my source of knowledge,
so they can translate it.
Trully you can translate it,
as many times as you need,
I still know who I am.
You bring me from one land in which diamonds and golds,
was just mediocre.
To a land which you honor the dollar bill and slave for riches.
Brainwash the natives to believe they must help the intruder.
To steal the land in which they can have a field,
to work this prisoner.
You may keep me as a prisoner as long as you change my original religion.
But you can't erase or change the status of knowledge I holds.
To dangerous;
educated,
to much of a waste to let me die.
So therefore you have to take care of me...
The Prisoner of the World for Life...