Nicomedes Márquez Joaquín (May 4, 1917 – April 29, 2004) was a Filipino writer, historian and journalist, best known for his short stories and novels in the English language. He also wrote using the pen name Quijano de Manila. Joaquín was conferred the rank and title of National Artist of the Philippines for Literature.
He is considered one of the most important Filipino writers in English, and the third most important overall, after José Rizal and Claro M. Recto.
Joaquín was born in Paco, Manila, one of ten children of Leocadio Joaquín, a colonel under General Emilio Aguinaldo in the 1896 Revolution, and Salome Márquez, a teacher of English and Spanish. As a boy, after being read poems and stories by his mother, Joaquín read widely in his father's library and at the National Library of the Philippines. By then, his father had become a successful lawyer after the revolution. From reading, Joaquín became interested in writing.
At age 17, Joaquín had his first piece published, in the literary section of the pre-World War II Tribune, where he worked as a proofreader. It was accepted by the writer and editor Serafín Lanot. After Joaquín won a nationwide essay competition to honor La Naval de Manila, sponsored by the Dominican Order, the University of Santo Tomas awarded him an honorary Associate in Arts (A.A.) and a scholarship to St. Albert's Convent, the Dominican monastery in Hong Kong.
Pop champagne, roll some weed up
We in a slow game, I brung the speed up
High octane, hella inked up
Bird or plane, u prolly seen us
Made a lil change, but it's all good
Neva throw it in your face I'm from a small Hooood
Best dressed lyk a star should, beat on so I could hardly see ya'll
We Are, Some Taylor Gang fukkin bosses
And I live everyday not caring wat it costest
Pop more bands, Cop more cloths,
Drive fast cars, Fuck bad hoes
I fly in circles u non workers in dirt last
Readin tweets & fallin asleep in first class
Might of heard my song but alot of ya'll ain't kno the kid
So I took over the net lyk Hova did
And set my goals where the solar is
Now my swag on polar bear
And you here so pretend ya man don't even exist
And get your lips wet lyk a lisp
I'm just lyk a pimp, some dislike from them
But I'm a big fish, u just Tiger Shrimp
Flirted with fame but at night I dream of success
If u sleepin on me then u gettin good rest
Cause wen niggas ask who hot if it ain't Drizzy then they talkin bout me
Okaaaay