Babilonia

I was born in Babylon Everyday I want to be alone I prayed not to get low Everyday Babylon claim more soul I just have to go, seek for more show I grow with no shoes under my foots Ganger is my food, Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room Webs block my views, killing my crews What can I do to survive when am buzz Where is that place to get crazy? That place you cannot erase, That camp with more space, Where you don’t have to get late That place where you just want to be free from “Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free If there is a question, it should be about relation My action will generate your reaction Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon? The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable