You can captivate me,
Not my ideas.
My ideas are free,
Like the highland breeze
Or the tall palm trees.
My handcuffs are my ornament,
That reminds me of my struggle.
I chose to fight
And not to surrender.
I ain't afraid of death.
What is freedom?
Ask the child who has forgotten to run,
Ask the girl who no longer dreams of a naughty man,
Ask them who are either held by social prisons
Or who are already dead in the prisons of their mind.
Where has my freedom escaped?
Or perhaps the thoughts
That keeps me alive
And allows me to fight;
Is that my freedom that's destined?
In the world of healing and sympathies,
Lies the sorrows of adjustments.
I ain't meant to live in it.
I am a free bird,
I will fly beyond the rainbows.
How coward are they
Who fear that bullets can kill a man.
They are unknown of the beauty of death.
In the gallows lies eternal peace,
Trapped in the ropes is immortality.
I have seen my mates die
They were fearless
I envy them.
How could they get such a ruthless death?
I deserve something as beautiful as they did.
My madness can't be chained.
Neither I live with any greed to be the king,
Nor I give a damn to who he is.
I am what I bleed,
I am the pain that I live with.
