NYC ambitions
and pretention
massaging my brain

Empire State of Mind
among the hustling bodies
pumping hispanic blood

Sirens singing me to sleep
cradled in loving arms
of my brothers and friends.

TODAY IS A SILENT, DARK AND COLD LONDON NIGHT
NO MUSCLES MOVING IN RYTHM
NO FACES MOVING IN UNHARMONY

It was a few days
too many

and then another days
too many

BLOODY WORK

tonight I can see my shirt
moving
on your shoulders
when you dance
moving that little butt

finally
your lil butt

BLOODY WORK.

MON PETITE CANARD

GOT TO MOVE ON SOME TIME

and its a bout time

by putting one foot in front of the other

and repeating the process 

Strength through diversity

Couldn't have put it more plainly
Got to move on sometime