The system

For myself
I need to understand
That it not always is
On this or the other hand

My mind’s made up
Convictions to stand
I hold them up firmly
I’ll be the first in a marchingband

I need the freedom
I need the space
I need the dancefloor
To misbehave

I’m a radical
But not black nor white
Mix ‘em up: COLOURS!
Life is a discolight.

I tend to defense
Not let any rule rule
Don’t you dare “must” me
I’ll fight you, you fool!

I need the freedom
I need the space
I need you forever;
To get outta my face!

You system, you suck me
Into that narrow frame
You make me inhuman
To you be shame

Shame
Defines as poor to just ‘be’.
Stay underdeveloped
And let me just be me.

Sure, hold up the wall
I’ll bounch through them all
Cuz wherever I trip, step or stand
I know who’s holding my hand.