they call me intruder
they call me invader
illegal I’m called
their words utter violence
their hearts fill with hatred
I’m in their sights
I’m just a number
they see me like that
just an example
for the war on crime
a simple tool of the state
to support the prison guards
it wasn’t like that
just a few years back
when they used me for labor
and also for wars
then quickly they stopped me
when I tried to fly
they didn’t want me to break
the glass in the sky
what’s going to stop me?
depends on the interpretation
the perception of my mind
is it a stepping stone?
or a stumbling block?
when I encounter
a rock on the road
a rock on the road
