Ignite fire on this paper
Is what I hope to accomplish.
Leaving the crowd feeling astonished.

Even though I’ve received no formal training in the art,
That simple action is tearing my dream apart.

Very poor the education I’ve received,
Almost as poor as the baby my cousin is about to conceive.

That’s the thing about being a minority,
You’re given a poor education
And told to thank your superiority
Thank you for your manipulation.

But from the problem that isn’t even half,
As I try to explain and maybe make you laugh.

I’m sorry if for you this isn’t a good time,
But get your head out of your assumptions
That’s just a lie.

Because apparently,
You believed in me,
To carry out this difficult task,
While I wear this hideous mask,
To be kissed in the forehead by the sun.

Tell me…
Tell me how something as beautifully complicated as life,
Can be taken away
Without saying goodbye
We are all just a bullet away from becoming a pound sign.

And for that very reason,
Democracy has become hypocrisy.
Atrocity has become a side effect of freedom,
And happiness is taken out of the equation,
Yet again… thank you for your manipulation.

And I have a feeling,
That is willing,
To burst to the ceiling,
And fight.

So take my left hand,
And cuff it to your blind patriotism.
And throw me into a cell with all those who spoke against capitalism.

You may see,
That you may agree,
You too want to be awaken and free,
But take a look at me.

I stand in this stage alone,
Hitting a new low.

But I don’t care and I never will,
Because my whole life has been an attempt to hide everything that is real.

That’s the thing about humanity,
You speak a little truth,
And they lose their sanity
Profanity is found in me,
Until finally
I am set free.