I am free as a fish in the sea, and these are really those whose bodies are naked and unconstrained.
I climbed over words, opinions and judgments
But I'm not that high above the clouds
There is still rain that settles on me
It is God and the ancestors those who cry for me
because they love me and know that for a long time I don't get what I deserve.
But i'm still a prisoner
Just an other kind
My pain is tied to imagination, and pleasure is too.
Pain and pleasure are this twins that never get along well.
But they need each other, like i need you.
And i can tell, you're just as much bounded to me as i'm to you.
I'm a prisoner to my feet
when i'm always on the run from pain
don't confuse it with freedom
don't confuse me with being healthy
that's not what freedom looks like,
I'm in a role of a mouse and i get hunted by a cat
my hunger for knowledge just becomes a starving schizophrenic.
While my head is a begger, sittin' on the cold asphalt
'Cause the home got robbed.
It's kinda a lie that wisdom is power
i'm powerless to the urge
That's another reason why i get drunk
Alcohol makes me feel like i reset myself
It makes me feel like i don't know anything
I'm a prisoner to my own mind
'cause it's the birth-giver of drugged memories
Just as hungry for my attention as little birds whose beaks get silenced with food
I'm just a prisoner to the me
The me is the things i said before
and many stuff more,
like being an energy having a human experience