MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
and the start of my day today (although I feel somewhat blasphemous doing this)...
Well I woke up Wednesday morning,
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the Padron I had for breakfast was damn good,
so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
and found my linen guayabera
Then washed my face and combed my hair
took the elevator downstairs to meet the day.
I smoked my mind the night before
with a Fuente King B that I'd been saving.
So I drank my cortadito and watched un nino
playing with a can that he'd been kicking.
Then I walked across the street
and caught the morning smell of croquettes that were sizzlin.
And Lord, it took me back to somewhere, somewhere 90 miles south of here...
Well I woke up Wednesday morning,
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the Padron I had for breakfast was damn good,
so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
and found my linen guayabera
Then washed my face and combed my hair
took the elevator downstairs to meet the day.
I smoked my mind the night before
with a Fuente King B that I'd been saving.
So I drank my cortadito and watched un nino
playing with a can that he'd been kicking.
Then I walked across the street
and caught the morning smell of croquettes that were sizzlin.
And Lord, it took me back to somewhere, somewhere 90 miles south of here...