Thursday, 17 July 2025

Change or Die

On Earth we’re briefly gorgeous 
Connecticut gray 
Wraps me in its carcass  
Where the fall meets fall from grace 
I’ll never come up with a life hack or anything to save me from this place 
Nah 
I seek change not a savior 
Some days living off loose change in the sofa 
Don’t know the exact day that I became a grown up 
Just know it was too soon 
Live quick like a throw up 
Graffiti or the bile 
Since I was a child 
Been breathing wild style 
From heaters to the dome 
To cooking rock  on stoves 
With black & gold  kings as kid 
to make a few bones  
Like 
Jack Skellington 
Mother fought hard to give us everything she did 
Nightmares still stick to skin 
Like my sins 
And fucked up plenty times but tough like Ocean 
Vuong 
Don’t ever say the homie’s soft 
Mother is a hoarder 
Mother raised a boss 
Never disrespect me in my city little cop 
I promise you the ending won’t  be pretty 
So stop 
Baby 
I’m a Hartford Wells Fargo heist 
1983 
Swimming 
In my dirty blood for life 
Trying to get free 
Boricua Machetero in my soul 
Independent as fuck 
Company Flow

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