Daylight Sun born on a Sunday
Pray right and soar to the Sun Rays
See how, No me, Just We Now
For You, All the Dues that I can Pay
The Whole World Wants to bathe in the Champagne
Be Wild, so cheap when Free Now
Can’t Lead but blame all the campaigns, what a damn shame
Whole game really man made, But our mothers made us
I will motivate us
If a brother says you will never live another day
Be a man with a brave soul, Get a Hold of your own Space No One will Save You
You’re my Favorite, Be Modest, We are No Saviors
But You shine in a space that might awaken many in a blinder day
I pray you can find a way to say

Nighttime son born on a Sunday
I write rhymes so I stay in my right mind
Two aunts that will say you are nights eye
And the right mom
As a kind, we are quite blind
What a sight, you are right I’m
On another plane going to its’ heights climb
And when I hit the stage, lay in the light lime
I’m a young man, grown, when I fight Time
Old Wisdom. Young Fathers don’t listen at all
Picture me as your Soldier, Your Martyr
Your soul is my honor
You go boy! Hear that, you Go Boy!
In a Don’t be You ploy
Pray that it won’t be cruel, boy, don’t do it if it doesn’t feel true
Be You Boy