
[First verse]
My mind a villa, with a slum view –call it India
Temper of a killer; imprisoned mind like Mandela
Patient like Gandhi, tryna break out… but I
Can’t leave ‘till I have that Scylla –will I
Ever walk a straight path…
Or am I doomed to circle ‘round this rotary for days –fast?
Reaching for the sun at midnight
And as soon as that cuckoo is heard I switch sides
Wake up again at night; clear sky view, right…
Stuck on horizontal 8 avenue –with a canceled flight
Feeling like benign cancer that might…
Takeover but got spotted with keen sight
So I blame Zu… yeah right; behind some defense lines
Getting your point over is a matter of hindsight –and the right mind
So I write lines, to escape the façade and to say
Zu stays on that route ‘till he can say touché
[Chorus]
Take me away, yeah away…
Just make me escape…
Past the past ‘till the future is safe