"what a sort of it is that i am not able to define myself that when a bird flies in the sky why is it always there are many to capture him and cage him why is it always that when someone smiles somewhere , someone cries somewhere why is it always that every time i laugh out loudly my heart frightens of loosing this laughter soon people speak about character people speak about the things they dont have why is it not possible to see at the things they owe Because i saw a thing that wasn't mine but the dream smiled and said wake up bruh .. its a long way down there make yourself ready for the day gear up your boots wear that jeans and tee and run after the sun searching for the light of hope and the determination of sucess for being yourself - jay gala"