no-ledge is power

I know every corner, every route, every scar

Same town on the map, different war in my heart

Same streets made me, same streets wanna test me

If the city raised hell, then the hell can't impress me

Back to the brick, eyes low, but the vision stay panoramic

Everybody waving flags, I learned every flag got a price attached to it

Everybody got a past, I got chapters they don't wanna read

Made a habit outta pressure, now the pressure gotta follow me

Mama said, “Choose your battles,” I was raised where they chose for you

Now I'm picking every fight with the voice saying, “What you supposed to do?”

I don't duck smoke, I study it, find the shape in the atmosphere

Turn fear into fuel, put the pedal down, disappear

I made peace with the pressure, never made peace with the panic

Got plans in my pocket and a head full of mechanics

If I run from the block, then the block comes with me

So I carry every lesson like a debt that ain't forgiven

Quick—

Back against the wall, still I write like I own the building

Pain gave me penmanship, pressure gave me proper vision

Broke but never broken, that's a different kind of accounting

Had nothing in the bank, still the balance sheet was mounting

I learned interest from interest — every minute that I wasted

Now I'm taxing every second, ain't no time getting repossessed

They wanted me stationary, I turned the station into motion

Now I'm moving with intention, every setback gets promoted

If the walls know my name, let 'em echo it tonight

I ain't asking for permission, I been earning every right

If the pressure wants a problem, tell it meet me at the door

I done fought myself so long, I don't fear myself anymore

I'm going to war in my own city

Going to war with the voice in my head

Every red light says, “You're not ready”

Every cold night counts what I said

I won't fold, I won't flee, I won't bury what's left

If I lose, let me lose with my hands on my chest

I'm going to war in my own city

Going to war till I'm clear in my head

Quick step, breath short, rain tapping Morse on the glass

Old friends, new debts, same old ghosts when I pass

Bus stop philosopher, thinking how the route got twisted

Had a destination, but the road kept changing the distance

I can hear doubt talking — cool, let it finish its sentence

I reply with results, that's a different dialect of tension

Turn a bad day into fuel, turn the fear into traction

Turn a closed door to a frame for a different entrance

No sleep, two jobs, phone full of “Where you at?”

I was somewhere in my thoughts while the whole town watched me crack

But the cracks let light in, now the fracture got a function

Had to break a few illusions just to build a better structure

Rapid fire—

Cut through the static, automatic with the mathematics

Had a habit of imagining the damage, now I manage it

Calculated every failure, made the failure part of calculus

They counted me out so often I started counting up the averages

Vision getting vivid, every minute got a mission in it

Limit? I don't live within it, I just pivot when I'm hitting it

Pressure on the pressure cooker, still I'm never losing temperature

Turned the heat into a teacher, now the lesson's in my signature

They can judge from the curb, throw opinions from the porch

I got fire in my lungs, but I'm careful where I torch

Not a saint, not clean, I got sins I won't romanticize

But I know what I owe that kid staring through my younger eyes

He refused to let go, so I refuse to let him down

Every loss became a lesson, every lesson built the sound

Every “no” became a note, every note became a song

Now the doubt that used to haunt me gotta rap along

I'm going to war in my own city

Going to war with the voice in my head

Every red light says, “You're not ready”

Every cold night counts what I said

I won't fold, I won't flee, I won't bury what's left

If I lose, let me lose with my hands on my chest

I'm going to war in my own city

Going to war till I'm clear in my head

Cut the engine, kill the phone

Let the whole damn city leave me alone

No crowd, no cause, no disguise

No reflection I can blame for the lies

Just me, eye-to-eye with the fear I created

Face-to-face with the doubts I avoided

Funny — all that noise sounded ten feet tall

Till I stood up straight and realized it was four feet small

I'm going to war in my own city

Going to war with the voice in my head

Every red light says, “You're not ready”

Every cold night counts what I said

I won't fold, I won't flee, I won't bury what's left

If I lose, let me lose with my hands on my chest

I'm going to war in my own city

Going to war till I'm clear in my head

okay fuck this. 

do you really think anyone's listening?

First step, first breath, that's the one I still trust First pain on a canvas, that's the stroke that adjust They say finish strong, but I learned coming up If the start ain't real, you just dressing it up. First bus in the morning took me out of my blockFirst rhyme in my notebook had me checking the clockFirst love, first loss, had me questioning a lotFirst time that I failed showed me all that I'm notThey say save the best for last, but I ain't buying the pitch'Cause the first time I tried is when I learned I could switchFrom the fear to the faith, from the doubt to the craftWhen you rush to the end then you just skipping the mathFirst stone in the river set the path for the restFirst cut of the record got the sound of my chestLife's a staircase, you can celebrate the topBut if the first step slip, then the whole climb drop. *Verse 2*first light in the morning put a gold on the streetFirst move off the corner put a soul on his feetThey say the last man standing is the one who gon' eatBut if the first seed dying how you growing the wheat?First word from my mother said to lead with my heartFirst scar from my hustle said to finish what I startFirst truth that I swallowed it was bitter and coldBut it warmed up my spine, made my backbone boldThey tell you chase a bag, all that last day breathI'm trying to make my first hour master talking in my head'Cause the clock still ticking whether slow or fastIf you waste your first minute you just taxing your lastFirst book that I opened showed the world I ain't seenFirst class I was failing made me sharpen my dreamNow I'm scribbling these lines while the day run pastPut your faith in the first, not a hope in the last. *Verse 3*First sip of the struggle had a taste like smokeFirst laugh with my people turned the pain into jokesI was young trying to rush to the credits and clapsTried to skip to the end, almost fell through the cracksFirst friend that I lost put a weight on my soulFirst talk with my pops put it back in controlHe said life like a track, you can finish off gasBut if you stumble off the blocks you'll be chasing your pastFirst brick in the house keep the roof held tightFirst wrong that you right keep you close to the lightYou can search to the ending for a meaning that lastBut the roots grow deeper in the soil of your pastFirst page that you write let it bleed what you feelFirst move that you make let it lean in the real'Cause the days move fast and the years move vastAnd the first of your story set the truth in the cast. *Verse 4*First time that I prayed I ain't know what to sayJust a kid with a fear that I'd run out of daysNow I'm older I see how the moments stackHow the first little choice draw the whole life trackThey say last one to laugh got the joke in the endBut the first one to listen be the wisest of friendsFirst hand that you shake might reopen the doorFirst time that you care might be healing you moreFirst breath in the morning is a gift not a debtFirst sun through the blinds is a daily resetYou can dress up the ending in a suit and a glassBut the heart of the story lives in first that you passFirst love, first try, first fall, first standFirst note that you heard, shaped the yes in your planSo I walk with the lesson that I caught from the pastTreat the first like the finest let the last be the last

ff

Mirá

Tomalo con soda, viste?

Respirando hondo... 

Me voy caminando, la calle está vacía

Tengo un mate lavado y la mente un poco fría

No necesito a nadie que me marque la vida

Mejor andar solo que en mala compañía 

Vos sabés

Caminando por el barrio, 

dejando el peso atrás

Si me buscan no me encuentran, 

necesito un poco de paz.

 Zapatillas gastadas, pateando por la vereda

 La tarde cae lenta, el sol ya no se queda 

 Cambié el quilombo por la brisa en la cara

 Una pausa en la rutina, el tiempo se me para.

 Y no me duele dejar esto en el olvido,

 Te tomaste un bondi lejos de todo el ruido.

 Tanto drama de cartón, tanta peli que armaron,

 Los que decían ser reales al final me la contaron. 

 Así que armo mi camino, con la mochila liviana,

 No pienso en el ayer, mucho menos en mañana.

 Un cafecito en el rio, mirando a la gente,

 Dandome cuenta que el silencio ahora es diferente.

 Macadelic* en los auris, quedo flotando en el sample,

 buscando que mi espíritu de a poco se ensanche.

 

Raj me dijo "Father Figure", y yo soy mi propio padre,

 cuidando mi energía antes de que sea tarde.

 Cruzando la Libertador, las luces de frente,

 solo contra el mundo pero con la mente fuerte.

 Ya no quiero la movida, ni el careteo del tu Malestar,

 puse el cel en modo avión, y me a fui a caminar. 

Me voy caminando, la calle está vacía.

Un mate lavado y la mente un poco fría

No necesito a nadie que me marque la vía

Mejor andar solo que en mala compañía

Caminando por el barrio, dejando el peso atrás

Si me buscan no me encuentran, necesito un poco de paz.

Sigo mi viaje, cortando por los pasillos,

encontrando en la tristeza los colores amarillos.

El barrio de testigo de mis madrugadas,

de esas noches largas de miradas apagadas.

Pero renazco, che, como el ave fénix,

Caminando relajado, suelto, como si fuera Artemis.

Un tango de fondo sonando en el almacén,

melancolía porteña, que siempre sienta bien.

Solté las cadenas, los falsos compromisos,

ya no piso donde hay charco, busco otros pisos.

Me cruzo a los pibes, los saludo de lejos,
la soledad es hoy el mejor de mis espejos.

Aprendí a perdonar a los que me fallaron,

Sus Bardos fueron todo lo que al final se llevaron.

Porque estar solo no es sentirse vacío,

es más como abrigar el alma cuando afuera hace frío.

Sigo la ruta, sin mapa y sin Waze,

Quemando los problemas, flotando en el haze

Y si mañana me extrañan, ya saben mi nombre,

Pero hoy camino libre, sin que nadie me asombre. 

Nos vemos a la vuelta... o no.

biblioratos

Libros y cuentos y paredes llenas de escrituras

Que son duras que maduran que madrugan con las emociones

De sentír que te pego en las canciones

Que el ritmo es como un bajo que te lleva de la mano

A trasmano de las cosas

local mover

Left some weight in Ushuaia, watched the cold erase the pressure

Found a little sun in Rio, learned that healing takes forever

Buenos Aires made me sharper, every loss became a lecture

But Córdoba taught me patience, chasing peace instead of pleasure

I've been changing provinces, crossing borders in my head

Some days feel like Patagonia, some like beaches in Brasil instead

If life a map then every city got a climate for your lessons

I've been learning how to travel light and leave behind resentment

Used to feel like La Matanza, carrying the world up on my shoulders

Every year another burden, every winter getting colder

Then I passed through Bariloche, saw reflections in the lakes

Learned the clearest view appears when the noise finally breaks

Rosario taught me movement, nothing good stays standing still

You can love a place forever and still know it's time to build

Mar del Plata in the autumn, empty beaches, quiet nights

Had me thinking every ending got a different kind of light

São Paulo moved so quickly, everybody chasing status

Made me question if ambition only leaves your spirit calloused

Then I found Florianópolis, ocean breeze and slower days

Realized peace ain't something bought, it's something that you make

Mendoza vineyards showed me growth is measured over years

Good things need a little pressure, sunlight, patience and some tears

I left old versions in Salta, let the mountain winds decide

What was worth continuing and what was better left behind

Every road got different weather, every season got its cost

Some cities made me warmer, some reminded me what's lost

But the farther that I traveled, the more clearly I could see

The place I needed most to find was somewhere inside me

Recife felt like sunlight after months of cloudy thinking

Every wave another reason not to focus on the sinking

Curitiba taught me structure when my life was out of line

Sometimes freedom means creating things that help your future shine

I got memories in Tigre floating slowly with the tide

Conversations that I thought I would always survive

Puerto Iguazú waterfalls, loud enough to drown regret

Funny how the biggest power comes from learning to accept

Bahía nights were warmer than the people I once knew

Made me realize some hearts stay cold no matter what you do

Patagonia winters had me staring at the empty land

Learning loneliness and solitude are things to understand

Now my soul like Rio Grande, always moving toward the sea

Carrying every chapter but not letting it carry me

Back in Buenos Aires, different person than before

Same streets, same sky above me, but I don't feel trapped no more

Left some weight in Ushuaia, watched the cold erase the pressure

Found a little sun in Rio, learned that healing takes forever

Buenos Aires made me sharper, every loss became a lecture

But Córdoba taught me patience, chasing peace instead of pleasure

I've been changing provinces, crossing borders in my head

Some days feel like Patagonia, some like beaches up in Recife instead

If life a map then every city got a climate for your lessons

I've been learning how to travel light and leave behind resentment

GlobeTrotting

I left my heart in Hawaii, let the ocean smooth the edges

Found some peace in Colorado, higher thoughts above the ledges

New York made me colder, everybody moving restless

But Savannah taught me slow down, every second got a message

I been changing states of mind, crossing lines I couldn't measure

Some days feel like Minnesota, some like summer in September

If life a map then every city got a lesson in the weather

I been learning how to travel light and carry pain together

Used to live in Detroit, building engines out of damage

Every conversation breaking down, nobody could manage

Then I drove through Phoenix, watched the old skin disappear

Funny how the desert make you face everything you fear

Chicago wind hit different when your confidence is thin

Every doubt can sound like gospel if you always listening

Found myself in Portland where the rain don't feel depressing

Sometimes clouds just mean the earth preparing for a blessing

Brooklyn taught me hustle but it couldn't teach me rest

Everybody climbing ladders while ignoring what they felt

Took a train through Nashville, heard some stories in the bars

Everybody got a heartbreak hidden underneath the stars

Miami felt electric, all the colors looked alive

But I learned that bright lights ain't the reason people shine

San Diego sunsets had me staring at the coast

Thinking growth ain't what you gain, it's what you finally let go

I don't need a destination, just enough road to move

Some cities took my comfort, some cities gave me truth

Every mile left a version of me somewhere in the rear

Now I'm warmer than I was when I first arrived here

Seattle skies were heavy but they taught me how to heal

You can still keep moving forward even when the gray is real

Vegas showed me chances, how the odds can rearrange

But gambling on people leave a different kind of pain

Boston had me studying the patterns of my flaws

Trying to understand the reasons behind every loss

Memphis gave me rhythm, taught me suffering got soul

Sometimes scars become the map that finally gets you home

Tennessee backroads, windows down, no destination

Realized every setback wasn't some divine punishment

Alaska in the winter, that's the coldest I have been

Not the weather, just the feeling I was carrying within

Then I found California, not the dream they always sell

Just a place where I accepted every version of myself

Now my heart like New Orleans, still got bruises, still got blues

But the music keeps on playing, got too much life left to lose

I left my heart in Hawaii, let the ocean smooth the edges

Found some peace in Colorado, higher thoughts above the ledges

New York made me colder, everybody moving restless

But Savannah taught me slow down, every second got a message

I been changing states of mind, crossing lines I couldn't measure

Some days feel like Minnesota, some like summer in September

If life a map then every city got a lesson in the weather

I been learning how to travel light and carry pain together