I can feel you staring at me. I don’t even have to look, know you want it but you don’t
have what it takes.
The sweat in my chest is the only thing that’s cool, so don’t piss me off cos I’m already hot.
You’re in my space, the streets are Mayhem. I need to get some air.
If you can find me, ill take it off, but you’ll be in my playground, my rooftop, Manila.
Jules Szoke 