Winter weather warnings
Incoming snow storms
Slow burningKettles kittens cradles kids running wild
Forever frozen in the first forest fire
Between notoriety or less
Winded breath wind blowing tinted glass
Feels like dying more and growing less
Turns out knowledge isn′t knowingness
Turnouts for my little talent show
One vote for the class president
Short scrappy kid with his daddy's nose learns how failure isn′t anonymous
Growth spurts broke my legs in two
Brochures sold off my innocence
Black room full of screens screaming kids
Lived free profanity in ignorance
I'm laying down on some cold shoulders
My cheeks get colder I love it
The pieces went flying over your head when it broke when you touched it
Takes me back to when we were older and were happy
In a home getting money from our daughter's paycheck
If you can remember when we weren′t aged yet
My wrinkles on your sofa
It′s stretched to an ugly face of naivety
We sold both of parents homes for a momentary poem that goes
Childhood apartment renovations
Dirty distractions disguised as entertainment
Despise defend reunite then remember
The fights the tension reignite the amber
The tendons snapped knuckles cracked despite the advice
Cigarette smoke from 5th grade
The dust from the dirt field
They never gave me the
Life moves fast
When the past
And the facts
All collapse
On your laps
So I learned how to rap
Life moves fast
In the vastness
Of verbal attack
If you're gashed
Then the wound is intact
Life moves fast
If you packed
Just a bag
For a week
Then you realize you′re here for a while
Life moves fast
If you're running in circles
Just burning the cycle
Of youth in a fire
Let me break my face just to feel it break
Let me break my face just to see it break
Let me break my face just to feel it break
Let me break my face just to see it break
Generational trauma
Artifacts of my parents′ era
Weeping from tear gas
Riots for democracy and
Bureaucratic karma
Post-war pre-westernization
Our privilege is the product of progression
The texts i type
Vocabulary banged into my head with a metal pipe
Dented in my skull is the weapon
I vented my soul how it's blackened
Life back in Seoul is an heirloom of cultural depression
My mother lived life by the second
Financial paranoia calling ourselves peasants
Conditioned insomnia from hiding my presence
Our plastic Christmas tree was lost in the changes
My playground was lost in the fallouts of -
Childhood apartment renovations
Dirty distractions disguised as entertainment
Despise defend reunite then remember
The fights the tension reignite the amber
The tendons snapped knuckles cracked despite the advice
Cigarette smoke from 5th grade
The dust from the dirt field
They never gave me the knife for the knot
Stealing from corners for boredom was indifference
The question was whether to be or not
I was sitting on the pull up bar
When that kid snapped and chipped the bully′s scalp with a flip phone
The bloodiest shirt made me different
He poured out the bottle to use as a weapon
None of us were ready for life
None of us
Let me break my face just to feel it break
Let me break my face just to see it break
Let me break my face just to feel it break
Let me break my face just to see it break
