Tip of my Tongue

*free how free is free when I got spies with digital eyes watching me trying to see inside me trying to get inside my head infiltrating my bedroom lurking under my bed they swear I got something to hide since I lied about where I been and refused to stay hemmed in my designated spot now I can’t be trusted now they act disgusted with my frequent attempts to privatize my own life every since www.tellallmydamnbusiness told all my damn business I been seen around town in disguise by the same set of digital eyes I caught looking between my thighs I don’t stand by the window at night afraid the beam from their infrared lights will expose the little privacy I got left leave me wondering if this pain in my chest and this inability to rest will ever subside cause if I sneeze right now they’ll know and try to make it so I can’t blow my nose without permission can’t have an orgasm without submitting to some tests they trying to find out what drugs I’m on without testing my pee invading me trying to see which freak I let get in me tonight they say I’m free but that ain’t right I was never told but I feel like I been sold and right now I’m in some consumer’s bag waiting to be had by some over inquisitive mind wanting to know if my father’s white if I ever think about naked women where I was last Friday night if I was spending time with my lesbian friends performing sexual acts for nameless men am I secretly an undercover ho hunching chairs swinging round poles they wanna know they say I’m free but I can’t tell