El Show de Truman

Sometimes I feel like I'm in The Truman Show
I see a spotlight, where the Moon should be
People who hate me, smile and greet me
When I know they just want me to sink, I don't know

But sometimes I feel like I'm in The Truman Show
I see a spotlight, where the Moon should be
People who hate me, smile and greet me
When I know they just want me to sink, I don't know

But I can't get used to it
Being stopped on the street
And being told they want my signature on their skin
And pain and lies to give life to a rhyme
Just trying to find their place among so many people

If today I can walk straight
It's because I'm proud of what I've done
Every time I faced a notebook
And a new topic was ripped from my chest
While I left my body
And watched it from the ceiling

Don't tell me the soul doesn't exist
Because that's what I leave in every word
The years made me an atheist
But a secret friend, I still believe
In standing tall and telling what I see

Some ask me to keep writing
Others, to take a break
Others, to screw off, but
Among all of them, I find myself alone
While my pen fights with another sheet

Sometimes I feel like shouting: Leave me alone, I just rap
No one's been born yet to muzzle me
I have moments of being happy
When it's just me and my thoughts, I don't know, but

Sometimes I feel like I'm in The Truman Show
I see a spotlight, where the Moon should be
People who hate me, smile and greet me
When I know they just want me to sink, I don't know

But sometimes I feel like I'm in The Truman Show
I see a spotlight, where the Moon should be
People who hate me, smile and greet me
When I know they just want me to sink, I don't know

But my guardian angel still doesn't speak to me
And I'm not surprised, I tried to touch the sky and broke its wings
I set the goal in the stratosphere, got very close
But life is mocking and stuck out its tongue

Back to Earth, back to walking the sidewalks
With my head held high, a warrior's gaze
I don't know why they expect me
To be the one to put patience in their lyrics
When I look towards the future
And see it getting closer every time

To hell with it, friend
If you're scared, say it
The superhero is dead, today I only have a mic left
I had a dream, hip-hop, remember?
And today I have another, to make it what it was

Don't be surprised if you find me in a black hoodie
In a corner alone, nodding my head
Because I've always been a bit autistic
And ideas don't warn
They come and fit together like Tetris in rhymes

I'm sick, I can't stop doing it
This gift or this curse devours me from within
I close my eyes and I can still see it
It's a stage with a microphone in the center

Sometimes I feel like I'm in The Truman Show
I see a spotlight, where the Moon should be
People who hate me, smile and greet me
When I know they just want me to sink, I don't know

But sometimes I feel like I'm in The Truman Show
I see a spotlight, where the Moon should be
People who hate me, smile and greet me
When I know they just want me to sink, I don't know