Falsa Sociedad

Since last night I walk
Thinking about my life
They say I'm a lazy
Living in evil
Smoking a cigarette
And standing on the corner
I don't care about people
Nor what they will say

An old jacket
Protects me from the cold
A pair of jeans
That can't take it anymore
A black t-shirt
A bandana around my neck
And some old sneakers that
Are useless

It only scares people
Who pass by my side
That's why everyone
Is already a psychologist
And they say he's a thief, he's a junkie
He's lazy
Because my hair is long
And my clothes are vulgar
Hypocritical people
So false in life
Judging without knowing
What is real
That when they see a friend
Lying on the street
Instead of helping him
They prefer to change
I don't like the routine life
Of the man
Who only lives
Locked from work to home
Who has no
Illusion of being someone
Who only waits to be old
And death in the end

People pass by and look at me
And say poor boy
What kind of life he leads
God forgive him
They judge me without knowing me
Without knowing about my life
For standing on the corner
And my normal attire

I think about people
The people who fight in this life
To possess the best
To have more than others
I feel fake people
Hypocritical and ambitious
It's a huge ball
Of learned truth
I am happy in the life
That people criticize
In the life that detests
This false society
I feel good as I live
Among these people
That everyone calls lost
Without knowing the truth.