Fantasmas

To you, who didn't believe, who threw me to the ground
Who said my dreams weren't worth shit
What does it feel like to see me up here fighting in this war
When you counted me out without even seeing me start?

You have no idea the effort it takes
To fight against yourself while they talk behind your back
They want you to falter, that's how this jungle works
Where they wait for you to move to cause harm, just like that

And it's unfair to see that we all kill for our own
While outside there are only assholes waiting to attack
But there are laws, and as it happens in the jungle
If the lion opens its mouth, the hyenas must shut up

And silence isn't everything
They also pray silently, poor fools
And they wait, lurking behind you like wolves
Wishing for you to fall, not to come out, and to drown in the mud

But you have to be a fool, and that's for sure
To think that I wouldn't carve out my own future
Surely you only saw me as a joke
And I turned out to be a wall that was never alone

You wanted to be the burden after the thousand steps I've taken
You wanted to embitter me and be ghosts of the past
You wanted to be my cross, and what has become of that?
If you've witnessed and devoured everything I've achieved

As time has passed, you haven't found a way
To screw me over so completely that I give up
You wanted to screw me over and the bull caught you
15 years of career ahead and a damn gold record

But that brat wasn't going to have wings
That's why you all attacked me while I dreamed
That's why you all laughed when I escaped
That's why you were surprised when I flew

And now if you cross paths with me, you lower your gaze
Because I've reached where you never imagined
Because you're so ashamed that you say nothing
What I don't understand is how the hell your face doesn't fall off

From trying to do harm, to attack without thinking
To stab a knife, to laugh endlessly
To shoot to kill, to harm without regret
And remember this last part, because it's the end

To you, who didn't believe, who threw me to the ground
Who said my dreams weren't worth shit
How do you see me from below, while mine enjoy it?
You've never been my hater, you've been a son of a b-