Glass & Grit

[Verse 1]
Sunrise, I'm building empires, charting lines on glass,
Sunset, I'm rewriting histories, where the block's roots mass.
One hand on the ledger, the other counts the past,
Fluent in the silence of power, and where the echoes blast.

[Chorus]
Desde el bloque al boardroom, they hear the street's decree,
Two tongues, one truth, yeah, that's the real me.
No cracks in the foundation, no facade I wear,
Just the raw blueprint of the woman standing here.

[Verse 2]
They talk 'bout synergy, ROI, on chrome and polished floors,
I remember 'sinvergüenza,' whispered through alley doors.
The same sharp focus, just a different kind of score,
My lexicon shifts like wind through a tenement's core.

[Chorus]
Desde el bloque al boardroom, they hear the street's decree,
Two tongues, one truth, yeah, that's the real me.
No cracks in the foundation, no facade I wear,
Just the raw blueprint of the woman standing here.

[Bridge]
The city hums a symphony, each frequency its own,
From the high-rise vista to the stoop where stories are sown.
It ain't about blending, it's about holding what you've known,
And letting every corner of your soul be fully shown.

[Outro]
Yeah, the concrete speaks my language, glass towers listen close.
Luna Sombra's anthem, from where the spirit grows.