Writing poems to escape the Babel tower
Babylon oh Babylon
Growing up, you made me believe
That in order to succeed
I had to roll up my sleeves
And have a sharp intellect
I’m not saying that you’re all wrong
But building your tower
Meant abandoning mine at rush hour
So I never truly grew along
Saying that I hate you is an understatement
Because what you’ve created
Left me with so much resentment
Not only for you and I, but for others too
You want me to chase the sun
Not by all means; I might get burned
I must follow your labyrinth
Take the long run
When i look at Zion
You get jealous
You go out of your way
To remind me who’s el patrón
For many you are a saviour
For some you are the devil
For me you are a prison I need to escape
I need my freedom back
Please, I need to feel alive
Babylon oh Babylon
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