We are special and peculiar people We are God's people Some of us are big stars and celebrities Some of us are painters, carpenters and artists We've overcome mental stress aggravation an depression But we still suffer the stigmatism They don't understand, they refuse to understand They refuse to give us a chance Instead they'd rather say that we're crazy loony and need to be locked up Boxed up and cast aside To be swept under the carpet And to be forgotten, to be isolated We get treated like rappers and they go hand in hand We've overcame our fears And the being bound for years But they still refuse to understand We have rights, a right to live A right to be heard A rig