Esta noche
We gonna make art
Dicen que "Eres la mala semilla"
The Bad Seed.
I am the seed.
The seed that grows
Grows into victory
Get outta my way
I gotta grow into Beauty
We live this Art
It’s the only thing we got
Tu no me jodas
Those cold rain of words
Can’t drown me now
Flourish and expanding
Into newness
This newness
Beauty, art.
Esta semilla no es mala.
