I'm on my post mecca Malcolm
bearded graduated vision clearer
in the mirror analyzing with my thoughts canalizing
epiphanic fantasizing getting nearer
to the truth and start having a fit
Im not the greatest rapper out see that I'll admit
most ball with a bat not a mitt
they never caught the essence
and swing the bat for a hit
out the park / out the dark // for the record
I wouldn't love hip hop if I didn't think it was blessed
fearless to say I'm a student with a method
learning from my idols buying vinyl just to take a lesson
Steez with me cause I've gotta move with a clan
of dudes who understand that I'm pursuing a plan
this ones for brother malcolm who was the truest of man
so if I cant be the best // I'll just do what I can

progression is the method
ask if you question
otherwise keep moving
and do what you can

I'm on my post mecca Malcolm
single mothers I see ya'll
living life hard tryna bring up your kids right
with more downs than ups cause the father aint up on the see saw
I see it all too often // all forgotten children
with absent fathers not excel in the future
the daddy-role doesn't end in the bedroom
anyone these days can call themselves a producer
no I'm not like most
I thank God cause I was blessed with both
so I toast
the stronger the mother the better the son
but my father taught me things that she could never have done
kids aren't a punishment for doing the dance
but a blessing in disguise to you from the man
being a man is more than having two in the pants
so my brothers man up or at least do what you can