Mi Vida Loca

I wake up swinging, fists in the air, Wrestling my dreams like they just don’t care. Life’s a rodeo, I hold on tight, Riding chaos like a bull in flight. --- The ghetto’s my kingdom, the concrete's my throne, Dodging pigeons like they're throwing stones. Sirens sing me lullabies at night, But I dance with the madness—it feels just right. --- Pitbull soul in a world off-leash, Hustling hard for that gravy feast. Nine lives? Ha! I spent twelve, Still standing strong, straight outta shelve. --- Traffic jams, grocery fights, Dodging drama like meteorites. I laugh so loud, the moon complains, The universe knows—I don't do reins. --- Bills and thrills, breakneck speed, I juggle dreams like circus deeds. My car’s got issues, my phone does too, But I roll with it—fixing is for the new. --- Salsa steps on shifting ground, Spin through madness, never downed. Reality blinks, but I don’t flinch, Dodging doom like a slapstick clinch. --- So cheers to chaos, my loco delight, I ride the whirlwind—no seatbelt in sight. Life’s a sitcom, just press “repeat,” And I’m the star of my own heartbeat.