Amor y Morfina

On the tree, the fruit
In the soul, a rhyme
In the palm, a joint
And on the head, a crown of thorns

Fooling my grief
With love and morphine
Burning every minute
As if that's what life is about

In my eyes, the sky
On my soles, the ground
In the middle of this mess
I stay in the jet-black jungle that hides its hair

In my glass, vodka on ice
And on the street, my mark
And at the bottom of this heart
A alley full of stars, look

In my mind, a riot
In the heart, a babe
On the page, a garden
On the neck, crimson and Armani

In my rhyme, a feast
On the skin, my babe
Inside my blood, there's a desert and a tsunami

And still, my verse is Paris
In her chest, my altar
In the red hue, in the blunt hash, in the mic just caviar

In my soul, I invent a country
And in her mouth, my home
And in my eyes, her eyes pierce just like the Moon pierces the sea