Yo this day feels like a sprummer day,
you might be asking me what the fuck is that,
so I'll let you know before you do so.
A sprummer day is hot spring day like the world became a sauna,
girls in spandex tights and real short shorts,
high enough to expose itself for the contradiction that it is,
the cocito man ringing his bells around the streets while the churro lady stands on the corner and with every buy of the fried treat she's more motivated to sell.
Everyone is motivated to sell, from the toy stores to the drug spots,
and since its a sprummer day nobody gives a shit.
Its the only days of the year where dudes just don't care about beef and go to the park to ball out,
every thirsty ass dude yellin out to some random shorty
" yo god bless you beautiful "
even though the ultimatum behind those words is to commit physical sin.

The best time of the sprummer days is the nice cool breeze at the end of it,
to kill down the ever so blazing inferno of the sun's aftermath,
reminiscing on things that happened just mere hours ago but feeling like an eternity,
ending it all with a barrage of pounds and peacing each other with secret handshakes,
hoping that tomorrow will be just the same...

Damn I wish those sprummer days can come back to me.