Mentira - Means the Lie

Who am I? Quien soy? Quien soy? Who am I? Black, brown, red, white Those people-what people Greasy people-lazy people Loud people-esa gente those people, que jente, mi gente, What people, my people Wilfredo's coming! Viene Wilfredo! Look Out for the mail That time of the month Mi cheque: dinero My check My money to dance, drink and drug. Tiempo de olvidar Time to forget Kept in my place Just no escape Jobs pay too little Checks come too late Estoy cansado ya! I am so tired Me voy a levantar I shall arise Up off my booty Up off my junk Get out of my way! Sal de mi camino! Doors I will, con fuerza With strength force open Voy a entrar por las puertas I will enter in, I will walk through. Adelante! Oh alma muerta onward oh dead soul Adelante! Oh mente renovada No duermas más! Sleep no more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivi! I am. I live! Esclavitud no más! A slave no more No longer a slave! From my book "The Big Apple Turns Brown When You slice It. 2002 Authorhouse.com