you seem to deny me from being applied in the scene
and then you keep lying until the sidelines i do see
so why should i bring my mind worth nothing
cuz i just find no belief, am i designed for this grief?
you think its all fine but it stinks
are you blind from instinct
cuz while i am writing with ink, i fight til extinct
cuz inside i wont shrink or hide like i'll sink
I am rising my rank to survive and to link
aint it time for my strength to arrive and proceed
my right to receive a sign on these streets
to incline, not retreat n falling behind to my seat
I vitally need a license to speak, to write and to eat
wont you guide me or leave, decide n not tease
cuz im trying to be driving, my key's
not assigned yet to me to finally free my entire body
cuz now i am ready to breathe
instead of dying to flee while the threat's smiling at me
so might i decease to the giant, big head who can silence this beast?