Not in this maps
Not under the shadow of light
Or dark
Not in this century
Actually!!!, I have not found myself
On any soil that touches the ground
So the ghetto did it's part
I am solo
Some where in the sky
An inch above your head, maybe
Flowing with the wind
A parasite perhaps
True souls belong!!
Because they don't want your peace
Still, I don't fit, belong!!!
Well. In your eyes, in your thoughts
I belong
Behind a pan and paper
I belong
Beneath this black skin, my veins
I am a writer
SO YOU TELL ME
WHERE DO I BELONG?
