Speak Memory…

Shit is real now. Plata o plomo. There is not much choice in what we’re left with so we have to make that choice stark enough for those who don’t understand. For those that always seem to have more choices than they deserve. For those that have those choices and have done nothing to earn them. Things are different now for us. So they will be for you. Bet you didn’t expect that, did you? You were still stumbling down the early part of easy street. But the ghetto move up the street faster than you expected since you were here last. You stumbled into the darkness where we are posted up before you realized you had made a mistake. You had navigated wrong. Siri didn’t warn you. Waze cant save you. Nobody’s leaving. Now, plata o plomo  bitch.