Chameleon Stucco

[Verse 1]
These polished floors echo words I carefully construct,
A different cadence than the barrio's deep instruct.
My spirit, a shifting foundation, built on layered concrete,
Navigating high-rise glass, then familiar, humid street.
Each phrase a fragile column, holding up a different self,
While unseen struggles of others gather dust upon the shelf.

[Chorus]
Switching codes, a whisper in the stone,
A different shadow for each world I've known.
Fluent in the boardroom's cool, calculated hum,
And the barbershop's raw rhythm, where true stories come.

[Verse 2]
From this high balcony, Medellín breathes a luminescent sigh,
Tracing fractured outlines where old friendships used to lie.
Then down to verdant alleys, where coffee scents still cling,
The rhythmic buzz of clippers, a bittersweet song they sing.
The quiet anxiety gnaws, a crumbling inner wall,
Ambition's cold ascent, answers a different call.

[Chorus]
Switching codes, a whisper in the stone,
A different shadow for each world I've known.
Fluent in the boardroom's cool, calculated hum,
And the barbershop's raw rhythm, where true stories come.

[Bridge]
Old colonial facades, beautifully decay and show,
Layers of history, in the petrichor's gentle flow.
This yearning for one voice, a singular, honest chime,
Against the weathering elements of partitioned time.

[Outro]
Just shadows stretching, long across the asphalt's gleam,
A quiet echo, lost within a waking dream.