i'm scared to be free. to breathe the world unmoderated and have the lies behind me.
and what would i see? what am i to think if all the memories you gave to me, you made with me, i wished to be, are no longer inside of me but
beside the people that fly from me, i have to admit: you don't ride with me.
my first vivid memories began at age eight, when my shorter height gave me no chance to see eye-to-eye with hate.
living central america, where life isn't just great, it's a melting pot of soul and vibe that little me could appreciate.
and it was there (knew no one) where i found my I.D., the sharing of deep trust is what i needed to see, but ironic it was, yet so necessary
when the move to my home is where it began to get scary.
third grade in germany, nothing made much sense, new people and languages and emotions intense,
stayed through fifth then "love" began to shout,
bus making up 8% of my life, a lot to think about.
people started "talking" so i jumped in, looked the other way when people began to turn to sin,
i held my gaze with you but too many did too, and i started to doubt than you and i merely added up to two.
so it's done. that's what i promised myself but what's the thought of strength with no trophies on the shelf?
high school would approach and i needed both eyes: one for the honesty, the other for lies,
these intolerable guys spreading rumors like flies while i struggle to rise through clouds in the skies.
and this is where my passion is at stake: they say if i fall then my temple will break,
they say if i'm real then i'll break your heart but fortunately it's not you who had to restart.
'cause now i'm fighting even harder than those who look for "compassion" in the price of their clothes,
i'm talking to men who look up to me, those who believe without the need to see, those who don't cause drama with a status update, those who don't need permission to appreciate, those who stood tallest from the bottom of the stairs, i will pick you up and give you all of my shares.
this is killing the world, to lack the will to be stronger among "those people" whose gaze you can't hold any longer,
this is killing with dreams, that you feed your brain with fantasies that paint it better as if life truly is what it seems,
so let go of your anger, your grudges, your pain, you're only feeling empty because there's so much to gain,
let go of whoever is living your day, you can only change if you choose not to live life this way.