D Smoke
Sunkissed Child
Just a touch of love, a little bit
Say hello to the Ingle[bone?] spitter
Sing along to the tunes out the womb
Got my Pringle on
Stacking cheddar chips they better listen find they self upon river (Float)
Floating in the the mainstream, thangs seem bitter (Yeah)
Soaking up game from my OG
Plenty niggas know meAnd most of them just wanna feed dinner
To their miniatures
But the minotaur manure that they endure daily make the home seem chiller
Cold stares from their very own my feet pitter-
-patter cross the floor even before he speaks gibberish plus the lyrics of his favorite deliver
Re-man he sayin what he hear so speak clearer
Instead of being raised by cartoons
Ya little mans a fan of rap songs he bein' raised by tunes
With a spirit of the lyrics don't deposit him with jewels
And you workin' late hours so now he actin up in school
And the teacher's overwhelmed she doesn't ask enough
To move them young souls forward they steady backin' up
When passin' out passion I swear we need our rations up
And this journey is certain to bring us back to love
From Letras Mania