Pull me down
Nothing be in place that should
But all right the world is of chosens

No one has the right to change his mind without being hypocrite?
Long things meets do how no I've choice
Get me out of this society
I don't want to live in this bubble
How they are living

I'm no a good man
I'm no white
I've the sky color
I've the freedom color

In my skin
And I shine like the stars
In my skin to the bones

I don't want to live in this bubble, this glass box
Without that my voice can out while I scream
How they are living

I understand I'm not like them
I'm not good, I'm the villain here
But I can fly in this garden of life

I'm not has color them
I don't talk like them
I've the sky color
I've the freedom color

In my skin
And I shine like the stars
In my skin to the bones

I don't want to live in this bubble, this glass box
Without that my voice can out while I scream
How they are living

I don't want to live in this bubble, this glass box
Without that my voice can out while I scream
How they are living