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Im sitting in Soky's house, starring out the window at the view of the city. Night lights glare in the night with Norah Jones in the background.
I just got word that i have been commissioned to do a mural in Puerto Rico. Its been two weeks since i painted, after my most recent art show. I didnt feel like painting. The last show i had was really depressing, and had me second guessing San Francisco. If thats what this city has to offer me as far as art goes, i might have to think about moving here.
Then i got this news. I wrote a speech...more like a poem for the opening of the mural. And it goes a little something like this.
I'd be lying if i said i didnt know where i was going to be in 10 years
I'll be nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I got nowhere to go
Not afraid to admit im lost
A puerto rican flag lying on my coffin
wine, music,rum,tekillya
I want there to be freaks weirdos gays straights drunks junkies addicts pot heads whores artists and musicians
Because thats what i am
I'm not an American here, I'm not a Puerto Rican there
24/7 i walk with this pride of being a Puerto Rican... willing to face hell for my true country
Because pride is a sin, but its all i got
Drowning myself in acrylics of Jose Cuervo
Walking the path leading to a penniless death
Penniless life
Trying to make my mother proud...her only mija
Tears begin to well at the thought of her
but what can i do?
Where can i go? There are no artists at the top
I was here when you left
I'll be right here when you get back
I'm going nowhere
I got nowhere to go
I just got word that i have been commissioned to do a mural in Puerto Rico. Its been two weeks since i painted, after my most recent art show. I didnt feel like painting. The last show i had was really depressing, and had me second guessing San Francisco. If thats what this city has to offer me as far as art goes, i might have to think about moving here.
Then i got this news. I wrote a speech...more like a poem for the opening of the mural. And it goes a little something like this.
I'd be lying if i said i didnt know where i was going to be in 10 years
I'll be nowhere
I'm going nowhere
I got nowhere to go
Not afraid to admit im lost
A puerto rican flag lying on my coffin
wine, music,rum,tekillya
I want there to be freaks weirdos gays straights drunks junkies addicts pot heads whores artists and musicians
Because thats what i am
I'm not an American here, I'm not a Puerto Rican there
24/7 i walk with this pride of being a Puerto Rican... willing to face hell for my true country
Because pride is a sin, but its all i got
Drowning myself in acrylics of Jose Cuervo
Walking the path leading to a penniless death
Penniless life
Trying to make my mother proud...her only mija
Tears begin to well at the thought of her
but what can i do?
Where can i go? There are no artists at the top
I was here when you left
I'll be right here when you get back
I'm going nowhere
I got nowhere to go