II — I’m Back

Bust through the light

Not the city fight

I’m used to

But there’s the few

That know too

What I’m talking about — -

BOOOOO!

Los muertos

Que somos

Vivos

Un narrativo

Per yo soy positivo

That I’m real

Ether-real

That’s the deal I’ve signed

Behind NO bottom line

Voy a vagar en este mundo

Un rio profundo

Crudo y mágico y trágico

For me

You see or you don’t

See…me?

Not here to harm

Or alarm

Just trying to find

My head, legs, and arms

Put them back together

A metaphor for

Picking up the pieces

After one deceases

Couldn’t stay contained

As a mantle piece

SSSOOO — yo regresó y beso

A new me…

As Mister Huesos

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Pa’riba, Pa’bajo, Pal’centro, Pa’dentro

Mister Huesos is back me sientes

Mister Huesos is back mi gentes

Pa’riba, Pa’bajo, Pal’centro, Pa’dentro

Mister Huesos is back me sientes

Mister Huesos is back mi gentes

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