when Homero type city log-in voice to the web
write a book or story article, he’ll sleep when he’s dead
ain’t it said a boy’s gotta leave the country he’s in?
“paint the world,” s’all he ever heard inside his head
“you’ll never be nothing,” s’what the demon says
don’t know no angels so he pray to the rain
to the roads to the rivers to the dead to the saints
to the clouds to the whites to the blacks to the reds
color code his wardrobe to Nylon Mag

you met your fate she said, “sup”
don’t let them sirens getcha

met a girl named Odisea, she take him round the world
when she spray that ink tat his arm to the wall
she do graffiti, art deco, nouveau
went to school for the shit, now she getting paid up

you met your fate she said, “sup”
don’t let them sirens getcha

she draw up his future on a time-map
show him that sheet so he learn to come back
take that plane to learn what he lacks
hero hiding inside his heart
they’ll sing that ode, call it art
don’t let them sirens getcha