9Pm

9 o'clock Late night in the drive through Target next, knock em out before curfew Hoodie on in the backseat, tell myself that I need sleep Need sleep Got my eyeliner, hoops and a skateboard Being the best me I can afford Street signs, and city lights, my best friend since late nights And blurry eyes, trying to find a reason why Everything's been flying by Like George Floyd and Gaza and Breonna who deserved to live But things are still happening, my time needs to catch up with me No losing, keep fighting, I'm trying Knock em out with a keshada Now I'm getting closer to mi llado Mexicana De intentarlo And trying to see through the sorrow The sunsets in San Fran telling me that I can Jamming in the backseat, roll down my window Breeze rushing through me, feeling in this dope beat Damn this is the best thing since KRS and Fugees Gang Starr, yeah Guru he helped me when everything else here got busy I think I'm in the zone now I think I'll be alone now 9 o'clock, late night in the drive through Target next, knock em out before curfew