Bad Seed

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.