Some days I can't stop I'm like a crop growing all over out of control I wish I could patrol Patrol a city that's filled with witty, Witty people witty books And even witty foreign cooks Maybe I'll get better even with this cold cold weather I scream in fits of rage waiting to break free from this cage Will I ever be free of this democracy that has built up walls around me. Walls greater than China while cholos knew me as someone's hyna.