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.