all that love confused running out of crib
searching for what is right in front of face
in that case crib shall be the salvation
how could you never be inspired
by your son's cries
wipe the tears from your eyes
so much more to see
push him to run free
no need to hold hand will be able to run
find his purpose searching between cracks
what you lack is proper perspective
enough to get the crowd going on your better behalf
so worldly
yet only been right around the block
homing device from
fried chicken bacon wrapped bubbleguts
so nervous who to trust
only wife and child few blesseed brothers
sharing blood experience sweat
defeat regret come up come back
like never left every day
pass life's test be the best you can
possibly raw roaring loud lion of judah
everything you do for jeem & pupa
doesn't matter how many mics you can rip
can you possibly put your son to sleep
no crying only gentle rocking
jazz serenading a lullaby to close those eyes
searching within yourself for a proper groove
no need to choose
we just wait for you
to keep breathing laughing running pointing
talking loving hugging
big baby fang
lil Amari Anthony Mohan Morales
never want you to have the burden of my shame
no chips on shoulders
violent temper tantrum
all attitudey for no exact reason
just be going through those blues
digging off that funk
without regaining inspiration for your rhythm
about to do so much
with what we provide
steaming will drop regeneration from the sky
those words you speak
will be beautiful harmony
luxury to make tomorrow shine
reminded of simpler days
when any beef was a Mami burger
how much have we grown
keep pushing the world further
don't let anyone define your identity
whenever you are stressed
love is the remedy
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