Born in Brussels 63, heart of Europe, chose for me, golden corners, doors unlocked, no grind, no queue, no key, fake a prayer, the skies I doubt, whisper wishes, send them out, someone’s gotta take the blame for winning life without the route, no gods I trust, no fate I claim, no bloodline built this lucky frame, not the stars, not mom or dad, not the system, good or bad, maybe some casino ghost, laughing loud and drinking most, spinning wheels and tossing dice, my path was paved, I paid no price, call it myth or gutter luck, call it grit or just I’m strut, I just kneeled and made up saints, shadows I don’t trust that much, universe just cracked a grin, dropped me soft while others spin, bugging code or twist of chance, I toast the glitch, the wild dance, raise a glass to days I stole, the streets that shimmered hot with gold, to the crown I wear but didn’t earn, while others burn, I kiss the void, I smirk and stance, a bastard child of ho and chance.

“Please visit my Bandcamp page, where I post music under the alias FCAI.”