I like my coffee black

I like my coffee black a man who can dream when I come to mind, think in between. I've been falsely accused of being too extreme. It's just common for me to fish on overhead cloud streams. I know who I am and where I have been, my favorite game and drink, are both called Gin.

I only play when I know I can win.

I see we got a lot of rappers out there on the floor and among them all I'm just one more. Yeah I think you will remember me and that is for sure.

My Daddy figure, ah name Me La Flor.

My mama always told me I was so much more.

Tu eres mas que una Flor. Tu eres todo mi corazon y mi dolor. Mama me lo dijo que yo no era chirulin.

Tu asi nasistes, y me hase muy triste, lo que tu vaz ah sufir. Te lo digo porque unos hombres nunca deben de vivir.

Sip the black brew, a man who could dream,

Thoughts in between, life's a vivid stream.

Accused of extremities, I stay serene,

Fishing ideas from clouds overhead, unseen.

Identity locked, my past well-defined,

Gin on my mind, both the card and the brine.

Games I engage in, I only incline,

To flip all the stakes when the stars align.

On the rap floor crowded, just one more voice,

Yet difference echoes, the people's choice.

Certain you'll recall me, the memory roars,

My daddy figure whispers, his name Me La Flor.

I’m the flicker in your vision, a riddle bizarre,

Drive through the cosmos in my beat-up car.

Lyrics pour raw, no filter or spar,

Universal threads, connect who we are.

What’s a ceiling but somewhere I float,

Each boundary broken by the words I wrote.

Morsels of wisdom, I savor the coat,

And wear 'em like armor, lyrics taking note.

Quiet storms form in my syllable rain,

Every bar drips emotion, depths to gain.

Catch a glimpse of my pain, or joy untamed,

Still Me La Flor, just part of the chain.