Wrote a verse with pasta boiling
Kids yellin’, faucet’s spoiled
Thought slipped in like a thief at noon
I grabbed it quick, it left too soon

They ask where I write — not in peace
I write where the pressure don’t ever cease
Back of bills, in a grocery line
In my head while pretending I’m fine

I write when the world won't wait
When the rent’s late and my hands still shake
No plan, just a pen and the ache
If I lose it now, it won’t come back again
So I hum that line 'til I find a page
And I pray that pain knows how to behave
“knows how to behave…”

Voice note verse with the pan on high
Bassline thumps as the onions fry
I ain’t got peace, just timing tight
And a rhyme I caught mid-fight last night
She slammed the door, I caught the cadence
Love went south, but the line was stainless

Songs don’t knock, they barge through scenes
Of half-done chores and forgotten dreams
They don’t call first, they just intrude
And I let ‘em, bruised but crude

I write when the world won't wait
When the rent’s late and my hands still shake
No plan, just a pen and the ache
If I lose it now, it won’t come back again
So I hum that line 'til I find a page
And I pray that pain knows how to behave
“knows how to behave… knows how to behave”

Every bar I write, I traded something
A meal, a hug, a call I should’ve rung
They sing it loud, they say it slaps
But they don’t see the parts it traps
I rhyme what I can't digest
And hope it sounds like progress

No gold chain, no big escape
Just 3 AMs and a mental scrape
I stitch my verses out of days I lost
Trying to sound whole, whatever the cost

I write when the world won't wait
When the rent’s late and my hands still shake
No plan, just a pen and the ache
If I lose it now, it won’t come back again…

So I hum that line 'til I find a page
And I pray that pain knows how to behave
“knows how to behave…”
“C’mon, behave now…”

Pen down. Pot boiling over.
I’ll eat later.
The song came first.