Freedom / Free doom

Why you be so mad at me folk?
What?
I lost my soul?
We just be an enemy
You are proud
Being slave
I used too
Be in that situation

Everything suppose
To be bad
Make me feel so good
Wise man said
I never figure out
Real love

Do you think
I sacrifice real life
For nothing?

Pinocchio tell lie
And that what
Keep him coming
I tell the truth
And i keep
Running

Perfective
I will find
My way