RONNIE'S INTERLUDE

Lucky me, dad was home

Not all of my homies-

Here we go

Uh huh

Lucky me, dad was home, not all of my homies had that

Covid came, he wouldn't live long, it did my dad bad

Wish I could have my dad back

Still cannot believe he’s gone

Now, he's living through the song

The studio’s where I crash at

A place to study the craft at

Matter fact, I learned it all

Burnt the raw

The studio rug is where all the ash is at

Flash backs, not having much, not having that

Had to make to way to get to where they say the cash is at

The books would have math in the front, lyrics in the back

Didn’t have to be in class to show you I’m a class act

Tryna match that hov flow, incase you still ain't caught that

I ain't never caught a body, robbed a man and sold crack

Hijacked, did a scam or owned a gat

They do that where I grew up at

Me I chose a different path and wrote raps in those times

I was on the rise, check the almanac

The pen I’m using quickly turned into a rap artefact

I think you get the gist of where I'm getting at with all of that

When I try to leave, it's like it just keeps calling back

I don’t know what to call it if it ain’t a fact

And if you ain't heard me, ****, run it back, yeah