Hispanic Attacks/ Narco-Corrido

I knew I wasn't going to be my best

But There I was in the flesh

In front of my team, and the presence/anxiety of my brown-boy-human-seem

spoke like a "crazy-lucid-dream"

There I was brand new in my addidas speedo

Lookin like a star wars blue with a shade of sassafras-"Greedo"

My Words exhaled "not-in-English", but not yet a narco-corrido;

Against the slaughter of our groups VerbalFree flow my unique voice threw

an awkward glow

My chest did a thrust

I gasped like Pittsburgh's best klutz

Because I was high as "ye-old-gee-raffe-nuts"

Shit really hit like a blunderbuss

Oh how I still had mental health rust

Mediest Meds! hear my roar!

Beam me into the sky and let me soar!

Oh! Boy! May "Hispanic-Attacks" come again no more!

- David Ras

- Raskino