with my rhymes i am greater

I can see but  the mass is blinded

I can hear the sound of sirens

can you hear them do you fear them

coming closer to your eardrum 

I\'m a free mind, unmanipulated

but for most their minds sedated

and I\'m hated by the powers

because at their feet I do not cower

I\'m an outlaw of this time

I tell my story with my rhymes