Locked Notebook
Five hundred twenty-nine, the notebook holds the key,
Dueña del silencio,
saving
the soul of me.
Le non-verbal est mon sanctuaire,
mon sang,
mon lieu,
"Custodia" del segreto, lontano dal mondo,
addio.
Silentium
sacrum.
I am the page,
the ink, the part untouched,
Dueña de la guardia,
holding it very much.
C'est l'indicible qui bat sous le papier,
"Blood safe",
la mia esistenza è il mio vero mestiere.
Custodia inviolata.
No cap, it’s the embarrassment,
the ghost in the light,
Reclamando mi verdad, far away from the fight.
C’est pas du brain rot,
c’est la force du retrait,
I’m 4K
unspoken, sovereign, the secret I’ve made.
Veritas in silentio.
It ate, the need to speak—no crumbs of the noise,
Soy la soberana,
with a non-verbal poise.
Je suis la souveraine qui protège son sang,
And that’s the real vibe,
the beauty of the silent strand.
Tutela intima.
I am the page,
the ink, the part untouched,
Dueña de la guardia,
holding it very much.
C'est l'indicible qui bat sous le papier,
"Blood safe",
la mia esistenza è il mio vero mestiere.
Custodia inviolata.
100%
Tiguidou.
Untouched. Intocable. Intouché.
Inviolatum. Tiguidou.