These bars are John Cena, you can’t see them
I’m going but I cannot move, I’m stationary
There’s no walls while the doors are closed, this thing scary
I’m screaming and it happens that I lost my voice, so ndikhamisile nje

There’s options and the thing is I don’t have a choice
I’m on the drivers seat, the truth is I don’t have control
I’m tryna talk, I’m tryna climb but then the mountains tall
I see goal, I’m tryna score but I don’t have the ball

I’m like a Priest with no God, my congregation suffers
A role model with skeletons who hopes that they won’t surface
I did history they bring maths and ask me how to solve it

Man I’m caged…