Letter to my Offsprings
Bonus Track: "This ain't a Bible"
I will raise you from your infancy.
Your first words will forever be bliss to me.
Baby, never let a man hurt you.
Even if you're passed your curfew.
I am always one eye awake
with a moss berg that could persuade
him into two different directions
so we could heal your pains.
But reckless lifestyles won't
give you a life where you can gain.
It sucks that you can't shimmy on my feet,
Your damn high heels would
poke holes through my soles indeed.
I just can't deal with how well you can impress,
You'll always stay my innocent prissy-princess,
To my sons, you rascals are my only ones,
I have nothing left to achieve if you stop being proud of me.
Always invest in your focused interest,
And let you strive through all your fears.
Wipe away your slightest tears,
don't be scared of your nightmares,
cause when you cry I'mma cry too.
It's still what soldiers do.
Always fighting through,
till we know we all allied troops.
Only am gonna marry one woman
who I promise to love to death,
if divorce is down the path,
I'll still be glad that we had met,
Even if she ain't your mom,
our women deserve respect.
I wouldn't know why it won't work out.
I've been involuntarily abstinent enough,
to deal with lonely days so rough.
With-a wedding ring, never-fall-prey to all-dem viceful stuff.
Remind her and you's almost everyday
that you’re the ones I love in every way.
To Skype call every night
without mis-sing a single chance
I schedule it right
so my beau is last in line
for us to still hold a vibed romance;
Play some music, solo dance
toast each other, smoke each other,
kush and wisdom as some new age lovers
cheering to any small success,
show off that fine new dress,
or that one I like the best.
Keep in touch with all our fam,
even the quiet ones in badlands,
hope and remind 'em in supportive ways
that people still have time to change.
The sheer sense of comfort,
is all my grandmama used to offer,
so now she wants to author
her daily memories with your voice
so no it's not a choice,
Book a goddamn time and make some cheerful noise.
She wants to hear her great grand girls and boys.
Her smile is still my greatest memory.
Her influence brings me all these golden melodies,
she'd only-be al’-‘ways helping me.
Even when my pops couldn't hold shit steadily.
To his credit he held us with all his might.
We entered the greatest country, b;
this land is filled with rights.
But I-!’ would never hurt you,
or feed your rage, boo.
That shit can turn to sickness,
something I almost fell through.
When I ran away cause I couldn't rise for another fight
against my parents ways. Nowhere for days n cold-ass nights
I did not confide. But still my momma,
daddy are the only ones where my fists won't ever reach that height.
Pops would just pray through those lonely nights.
Please god, return him safely with your sense of light.
But it was an urge in my plight, I hope you never do repeat.
My mind did not survive so neat.
Homelessness reaches a darkness of defeat.
I've been insane, it's a drain, a constant grip that sockets through your brain. Something that took my mom away.
Now all I can do is pray. Protheedheen you should pray.
I don't know for what. I just wish I could enter ladies butts,
and that is all sinning-full enough.
So god and I have enough to really talk about.
Before I could ever figure this parenting stuff out.
But the way I'm throwing punches
to initiate some pious launches
just to give people their own lunches
to which they all do deserve.
But there are still many growing spoiled seeds
that cannot ever see that revenge, envy, greed
which their priorities still choose to stay on first,
and turns to survival which drunkenly quench their thirst.
Not caring on what is worse, just answering with pure hurt.
A bullet takes a life. My service puts me in a flight
where I will need to pass dark clouds
and see where the root of evil
has fumed all of it's plagued routes.
So if lucky I might meet God soon,
Which means I might never pass or reach the moon.
You may not be born but if you're raised without a pops,
Or an honourable person to take my place,
as long as your ma don't always chase,
to finish improper in a race that ain't worth running.
Make sure she notches her own spot with a reputation
where she can keep her own slot. There will still be a family you got,
in some way through some days tight knit through every inch of a hallway. Don't be a person who needs to be scorned.
People need someone they adore.
Just have a shield to protect your back.
Just to deal with the stupid fucking shitheads
who'll inevitably stab you in the back.
Doing good is always something worth
every single second that you do put in work.
Whether, it's a cubicle, or a platter served to someone smug,
the hard work with crayolas and textbooks
will still require us to need a filling hug, like every second day,
there's a reason why recess is in a way,
some moments of nostalgia where together we all play.
But please just watch the way you shove and pull-on a girlie's hair.
Women do not deserve harsh beats,
but our play fights end up with someone in sheer defeat,
cheeks all red like some raw meat,
still laughing through our stretched out feet,
never raise my hand unless it's to enunciate my turn to speak.
Even though I will always speak before I could ever think,
I'll still be a ruthless nigga with my favourite colouring be any type of pink.
Don't ever lose yourself to drugs,
Alcohol won't make you thug.
Rehab ain't ever a good plug.
It's just the transition we need to make, to deal with our mistakes.
The streets can make you strong,
But could blind you from what is wrong.
You could always be full grown,
But youth will hold the furthest wisdom.
Humility keeps you a piston.
Everythin'-does have a system,
And e'erybody is on a mission.
Make yours the most blessed to you and the ones you love.
God is forever the truly greatest.
Muhammed is nearest up above.
And one day I could finally reach it,
not as a prophet but someone seeking
light, but I jumped too far
cause I. Raise. All. Bars.
Regardless of how I'm teaching
you and I can meet, we can roll,
share a seat, waste some time,
and peace is still what we'll be preaching.
Islam, and all religions as one just cooking food
in the biggest kitchen where together we could feast,
I'll spew stories of fighting beasts.
My mind will never fucking cease
to reach for something better.
I am now made to be a go-getter,
we can achieve anything together.
Just talk to me,
let me know what's on your mind.
A solution to which we could find.
Your mommy ain't ever denying you,
and the shit that you pursue,
just keep your mind steady
and your dreams’ll arrive all ready.
And they will all be coming thru
but then you'll start to get real busy.
High roller status makes you frizzy.
Sleepless nights will get you dizzy.
But if you gotta isolate your mind,
so you can proper-ly just bind
a pretty bow on an idea
for this world to grow.
Don't let no one ever stop you.
Words get stuck, bruises stick,
but it's all glue. While you are always using rubbers.
Please. till you're both long-terminally
accepting the significance of each other ('s ease).
Money still makes thing(s :D) come true.
While your mind has a price
that can never fall through.
Motivation is something hard,
for you to constantly procure,
keep doing what you adore
there always be attempts for more.
This vibe won't be a bible,
But a weapon instead of a rifle,
So you could finally reach the Eiffel,
Make a business that goes viral.
Stop these upheavals while their idle.
Have a greater legacy than any Michaels.
Evil ends up cult-worshiping idols
Education is always tough but it's achieved
with moderation and some other stuff.
And for all those events in your life,
just keep doing what is right.
As long you know that I love you.
From diapers, to school clothes,
from heartbreaks to fresh hoes,
from Miami to Antarctica,
if Mars is where you're residing-
-but, I love you.
Through all my fucking rage.
Through all my toughest days,
as ignorance by some still sways.
My brightest darling, my little warrior,
the world has all these oysters
but still has all those vultures,
just know that I love you with every productive culture.
This the shit I want to. Be the man who ain't dumb to-
understand the ones who love me enough to love you,-
raise you, work hard and they all praise you,
I will always be proud regardless of how I cloud
my thoughts, cause this green is way too loud,
and sometimes teeth just start to rot.
So brush twice a day, Listerine and do use floss.
Meet someone you care for a lot.
Have a lifelong dream to live in that one fantastic spot.
I just need you to know right now.
Weakness is inevitable but dopeness will stay to a person,
who's holding purses and never releasing curses,
Opening doors and never locking it on someone who can never score.
I will never leave you poor. If you're spoilt there's still time for more
ways to escape from that affluenza. Flee away with the smoothest vespa.
Even if you're queer, or confused, but still sincere,
to me that's still uncontrollably all weird,
but you can always still stay near.
But please just sell your fucking vespa.