Bryan Espiritu
I’m still breathing,
My heart still beating,
And I still design
all this shit that they’re seeing.
Write what they’re reading,
Fight for their dreams.
Right for the season,
By necessary means.
I mean, if I stopped living,
And they kept going,
Who’d be the one
To tell them young boys, “Go in”?
Tell them wavy light skinned girls
Not to show it.
So cold I never say they’re, “hot”,
‘Cause they know it.
See this is all water,
Teach my daughter how to flow with,
Every tide tied to the currents
That are current.
She, knows she brilliant,
Daddy always tell her.
Everything she born with,
She don’t even know yet.
‘Cause they know I’m passionate,
So they always shun me.
I say, they’re accurate,
But everybody run,
See..
They should call me “Bun be.”,
Overground King.
They know it now,
Show you how to slow it down, king.
My flow – syrup.
Ya’LL oughta thank me.
All the shit I stirrup,
Like socks on a Yankee.
They need to pull-up.
And I did it, X 90.
The government be asking ’bout,
Where did Drex find me?
A rock and a hard place,
Diamond in the rough.
‘Til I’m gone,
They’ll think I never did enough.
Chuch.
The World is Yours…
LLove&Above,
be.
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