Winter weather warnings

Incoming snow storms

Slow burningKettles kittens cradles kids running wild

Forever frozen in the first forest fire

Between notoriety or less

Winded breath wind blowing tinted glass

Feels like dying more and growing less

Turns out knowledge isn′t knowingness

Turnouts for my little talent show

One vote for the class president

Short scrappy kid with his daddy's nose learns how failure isn′t anonymous

Growth spurts broke my legs in two

Brochures sold off my innocence

Black room full of screens screaming kids

Lived free profanity in ignorance

I'm laying down on some cold shoulders

My cheeks get colder I love it

The pieces went flying over your head when it broke when you touched it

Takes me back to when we were older and were happy

In a home getting money from our daughter's paycheck

If you can remember when we weren′t aged yet

My wrinkles on your sofa

It′s stretched to an ugly face of naivety

We sold both of parents homes for a momentary poem that goes

Childhood apartment renovations

Dirty distractions disguised as entertainment

Despise defend reunite then remember

The fights the tension reignite the amber

The tendons snapped knuckles cracked despite the advice

Cigarette smoke from 5th grade

The dust from the dirt field

They never gave me the

Life moves fast

When the past

And the facts

All collapse

On your laps

So I learned how to rap

Life moves fast

In the vastness

Of verbal attack

If you're gashed

Then the wound is intact

Life moves fast

If you packed

Just a bag

For a week

Then you realize you′re here for a while

Life moves fast

If you're running in circles

Just burning the cycle

Of youth in a fire

Let me break my face just to feel it break

Let me break my face just to see it break

Let me break my face just to feel it break

Let me break my face just to see it break

Generational trauma

Artifacts of my parents′ era

Weeping from tear gas

Riots for democracy and

Bureaucratic karma

Post-war pre-westernization

Our privilege is the product of progression

The texts i type

Vocabulary banged into my head with a metal pipe

Dented in my skull is the weapon

I vented my soul how it's blackened

Life back in Seoul is an heirloom of cultural depression

My mother lived life by the second

Financial paranoia calling ourselves peasants

Conditioned insomnia from hiding my presence

Our plastic Christmas tree was lost in the changes

My playground was lost in the fallouts of -

Childhood apartment renovations

Dirty distractions disguised as entertainment

Despise defend reunite then remember

The fights the tension reignite the amber

The tendons snapped knuckles cracked despite the advice

Cigarette smoke from 5th grade

The dust from the dirt field

They never gave me the knife for the knot

Stealing from corners for boredom was indifference

The question was whether to be or not

I was sitting on the pull up bar

When that kid snapped and chipped the bully′s scalp with a flip phone

The bloodiest shirt made me different

He poured out the bottle to use as a weapon

None of us were ready for life

None of us

Let me break my face just to feel it break

Let me break my face just to see it break

Let me break my face just to feel it break

Let me break my face just to see it break