Mornings Raps

And let's go And let's go Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah Hey hey hey Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah Well alright Waking up my eyes is crusty Father the God above me do you see me do you love me? Cast a demon from me Praises be to energies that keep me getting money He or she who keeps me breathing please just keep it coming Calamari dipped in marinara wit my honey Ordered extra bread to go Order extra head who knows? Thank you for that blessing say my grace in my own way And I don't have that much to say Rest in peace to all the greats Spent my young days praying As I age I'm only raising Hell upon this earth so I can make some real changes The here and now is sacred I'ma do this till I'm ancient My flows is fine art like some painted angels naked Have I spoken to the people? Have I opened some hearts? Am I shining a light or am I lost in the dark? Am I gifted and talented? Have I created art? If not I'm back to the lab Take me right back to the start In the everyday struggle where it's not lovely or glamorous But we make it look pretty because my people are fabulous We turn water to wine that's how we deal with our challenges I don't deal with tough love Not trying to do what my parents did I don't say that to diss or even come off embarrassing Trying to find a new meaning not trying to come off disparaging And I'm really not sure what Latinx or Hispanic is Puerto Rican as fuck You should hear how bad my Spanish is I'm disappointed in myself and I'm disgusted with their wealth I bear the weight of all the stress and I'm worried about my health I know I should keep it down Keep my dreams up on the shelf But I know that I'm the realest until I teach someone else And let's go Hey hey Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah Well alright hey Won't you bust some shots if you love hip-hop And groove if you love somethin' smooth You know what I'm talkin' bout? Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah Well alright It's morning raps for your silly ass Look at my stash smokin' on grass Just to cope work is whoopin' my ass I need some cash spittin' facts Just so I can relax give me a chance My flows will have you all in a trance I make you dance make you think Make the moment enhance bring you romance I bring you everything the good and the bad Just do the math add it up and let me get my advance I give you spiritual knowledge mixed with radio trash Yeah I'm the man that's my stance From the very first glance and I got hands And if you play me I'ma pull up my pants And if you sleep on me you takin' a nap That's on the fam this the jam Never part of the plan that's how I am Morning raps from the church to the trap I put these streets on the map I never cap This is how I give back From New York City Baltimore and then back That's on the branch workin' class And I do it with class and extra flash Let's go Hey Hey Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah And I'm out Hey