Dique y que 2019
Nothin' easy
El aire es mugre
Apure! Apure!
Pero no puede salir limpio
Censure! Censure!
Sincerely from me, and clearly it reeks
We gotta keep pressin' on, with this nonsense
Spitting non-speech
Moving and reaching
I swear I can't sleep in
But these bedsores said more and bred more than
Kisses on cheeks and
I got a new thing and
It ain't gold teeth
Damn!
Not yet (at least)
Tossed up
"Boss dead" said through blood smiles that gleam
No one is clean
But our dirt ain't the same
Until they acknowledge the violence we won't just
Sit
Die
Behave