Epic Rap about Mothering for my oldest son and all you Mums, because I’m cool like that.
Hey lil brotha, listen to this motha
I get rap. I say- Yo. I get rap. It’s just a little poem with a lot of rhyming.
Boy- I get poems. Son- I get poems.
I get rap. I AM RAP!
Let me lay it down, so we’re on the same ground, listen to my story, it ain’t boring
Can I get a scritch scratch?
Take out the trash, check the butt rash. I’m gonna plant a tree ’cause I’m green like that
and my neighbors APP says green’s the new black which makes me wanna rap ’cause I’m green like that.
Can I get a Hip-Hop?
I got myself some new Mum jeans at Wal-Wart because I’m poor like that. They have got a wide elastic to hold in my Mum fat. I’ll plug that. Just 20 bucks and they survived hot at the laundromat.
Boy look at me hit that rhyme, lay on the mic, double time.
My mind is a strange and exuberant place to be
Even I have trouble keeping up with me
Imagination Wild and Free
Can I get a Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeen?