So much medicine burned I feel like a Zapotec urn
Stubborn ass necio forever and a day I remain firm
Learned long ago that respect isn't given but earned
Live life by my terms till I'm one with the worms
I've been often told that I don't fit the mold
In all truth I don't mind doing me till I'm hella old
I only know to follow the terms of my Zapotec soul
So I stay in my lane and perfect my deviant role
Model myself after the greats never been one to fold
Legacy of a literary lunatic vida loca for life holmes
You were out with the squares while I made my bones
When I'm buried don't forget to insert sacred stones
From the womb to the tomb from the sun to the moon
Life, one sacred song perfecting my cloud people tune
For people like me death always seems to loom
I only hope when my time comes I am properly groomed
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