I could take the high road,
But I know that I’m going low,
I’m a Ban- I’m a Bandito.
This is the sound we make,
When in between two places,
Where we used to bleed,
And where our blood needs to be.
In City I feel my spirit is contained,
Like neon inside the glass, they form my brain,
But I recently discovered it’s a heatless fire,
Like nicknames they give themselves to uninspire,
Began with bullet, now add fire to the proof,
But I’m still not sure if fear’s a rival or close relative to truth,
Either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you,
The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through.
I created this world,
To feel some control,
Destroy it if I want,
So I sing Sahlo Folina.