The cell
Someone calls me, I look behind my back
Pounces on me, I am not alright
I’m not sure of what’s it all about
The blood-stained pavement it’s now in my mouth
Fight,
And maybe you’ll have a bruise in
Your eye
All your pride will have gone to the sky
I can fly
I reached the sky
I count the clouds
One by one
Now I’m trusting, please don’t care for me
Never shout and don’t call the police
I’ve got something on which they disagree
They’ve got their guns, I’ve got integrity
Fight,
And maybe you’ll have a bruise in
your eye
And maybe you’ll have a gun in
your mouth
All your pride will have gone with the fight
I can fly
I reached the sky
I count the clouds
One by one
Overnight
My head is bouncing off the walls
I hold my breath
And I’m inside the cell
Autor(es): Roger Pistola
