My life

📜 COUPLET 1 "I walk through the valley of streetlights and shadows, Where the rats wear gold chains and the saints trade ammo. History’s a loop—same script, new cast, They called it ‘progress’ but the chains still clasp." 🌉 PONT "The mirror lied when it promised crowns, Now we dig graves with the shovels of clowns. The wind whispers names of the ones they erased, I spit their epitaphs in 4/4 time, just in case." 📜 COUPLET 2 "The pavement’s a parchment, my sneaks the quill, Every crack’s a comma in the story they kill. They auction our pain like rare Picasso sketches, While we turn hunger into baroque word-etches."