inconforme

I don’t want to see my name on Forbes
I want to live like a kid and die like a man
If this world ever comes to an end
Dissatisfied
You’ll find me in bed reading Jorge Luis Borges

Man, it’s been a while since I’ve seen myself
With a feverish precision
Do it however you want, but make sure you’re remembered
Jordan winning the ring while burning up with fever

This needs a complete overhaul
These days, poets are crying,
Seeing so many lies in the lines of pennies
So many empty words filling hollow heads

I came here to pay my respects
When I’m in the grave, that’s when I want flowers thrown on me
I write to spark rumors
And to wake up the conscience like pain

There are no buddies in the game anymore
There’s no music...
There are no fans, just hooligans
Rappers who keep their nervous laughter online, feeling sidelined like Salieri with Mozart

I held on patiently before opening the can
And when I saw the moment, I reloaded and shot my KARMA
A battle between my mind and my soul
Where the former mocks like Cody Garbrandt

I don’t even recognize the house I live in
'Cause my laziness doesn’t want to hang out with me
And if I paid attention to my heartbeats
I’d find a heart that doesn’t back what I sometimes say

Touched but never sunk
Riding on a destiny that’s lost its grip
Reason varies, time is a fugitive
Leaving scars even when there’s no reason

Quid pro quo like Hannibal
Transforming like Reagan
I satirize violence like Needan
Losing by a hair is never final; even if you lose a game, you can still win the league

Married to the demand
The sword is softened by whoever hands down the sentence,
Life and dark circles, I hit coherence,
I keep dialoguing alone with my conscience.