Caballero

Living off borrowed time
The clock ticks like this

Staring down the barrel of a life barely lived
Tryna be careful of the straight and narrow before every chance is eclipsed
The streets arid, the air cancerous, the vantage impaired with mist
The journey perilous better to have the experience than to never have been granted a glimpse
It’s all work crafted in spare minutes the glare of memories in the rear window giving the tense
Or a new sense of direction
At the helm gazing back at the port and only forward with discretion
I don’t believe in fortune, fate, phantoms, fantasy or blessings
I’ll wear the albatross on my neck just to break character and tamper with the evidence
Enamored with the spirit of the times damaging set precedent
From the Santa Maria and Lusitania standing in the reflection of myths
In every Manchester, Berlin and Genoa wherever fits
Made an island of a collective, a hierarchy wed to possession, desire that never ends
Tryna sever the threads of connection and provide a new life to live
Defined in a separate sense, not aligned with what’s paid in advance
I’ve been to places they don’t know your name from a spot for a grave and a grain in the sand
Some turn the other cheek to save face others raise up another hand
New faces come in and cave like McCabe tryna make numbers dance
Keep my gun on my waist butterfly blade in this game of chance
Dust in the wind flutters like palpations depuis qu’on est né to the return to the land
Accustomed to making plans based on where the inclinations resurface
All the while questioning if all this reiteration is worth it
But we don’t speak in verse need to start breaking generational curses
Me, I’d hate to pass on this hurt to a person that don’t deserve it
Funny how things seem in reverse to be easy to lose and imperfect
Conjuring up a eulogy for stones left unturned in the echoes of truth that’ve been discerned since
Staring down the barrel of a life barely lived
And I’d ride off like a caballero if I ever saw the light at the end
Some things get better with time, most rely on the environment where they exist
To cast that aside I would be re- miss
Staring down the barrel of a life barely
Lived