my baby’s got immaculate taste
same guy since back in the day
just more pain and fat in the face
my passion the same
never chased the cash and the fame
never chased much of anything
but packin some strains
and my imagination
trapped up in their databases
brother died at an early age
been saddled with this weight
everybody fightin everyday
a battle but won’t say
a lot just suffer in silence
there’s no love in the violence
thinkin bout it puffin on hybrids
my baby’s people come from the island

in the fridge
she leaves me coquito
in the freezer
she keeps mad sofrito
wanna eat her
culo no un piquito
wanna treat her
like she treat her people
beautiful boricua
she teach me
bout The Young Lords
that’s how you fight evil
only way gun or sword
gotta be ready to die for your people
fuck these slumlords

she teach me
they made her flag illegal
and how they sterilized women on the island
how they terrorized children with their violence
we terrorize children with our silence
verified killings on our devices
paralyzed from willing ourselves out this crisis
it’s a barely alive feeling clingin on to our vices
stare into your eyes but singin to tiny violins
airing your mind spine tinglin reciting the hymns
it’s indefensible
a lot what we try to defend
it’s invincible
a lot what we fightin within
cut it with fentanyl
fore you put those lines in your skin
cut it with chemicals
you’ll still buy it again