All his life he was brought up ‘round an A-list cast
In A brick house dwelling on his hay-crib past
Walked with a limp, he was often the kid
talkin’ it slick - but he made shit happen.
Through his aim-less chattin' & his positive statements,
my homie always told me - “Yo, B I’ma rock with the greatest!
won’t stop till I’m famous!
I'm not on a monopoly box, but I know I'm on top of my game, kid!”
Spoke prosperous language cocky an blatant
Asian had to be Rodney’s rockiest pavement.
Obstacles?
Save it…
"Chino, A&R wonder why you speak so bad,
You not black or Latino and you raps about weed, hoes, gats…?
Please go man - leave yo tracks’’
‘We don’t have time’ & ‘we’re busy’ were the lies they dropped
Eye for eye he’d watch as they denied his shot
He wouldn’t cry, or stomp in the station, he worked
Too damn hard not to tell em’ how mistaken they were.
Before his birth, an Asian MC hadn't been placed on this earth.
He rhymed
And they told him 'Stick to baking desert...
His father made a living off making won tons for dinner
He thought about heading to Hong Kong with Linda,
His sister, but he rarely left the borough of BK
The Brooklyn kid only knew how be thorough - the street game
Not many believed in his new joints
Eyes ain't have to be slant to see the lean in their viewpoints…
He told me he’d work on his writtens, make his flows even better
Wished for me to keep spitting - ''we'll go global together!''
Eventually he moved to china; heard he’s seasoning duck...
It’s been years since the days we used to free on the bus
Haven’t been keeping’ in touch, wonder if music’s his option
Can’t help but crack a smile picturing him using a chopstick
My nigga for life, fuck a dude who’ll doubt him
He’d take the script of your efforts & doodle around them
But a month ago, I saw his aunt, she was walking’ behind this
Stroller, so I rolled up & had her caught by surprise
Shit, soon as I mentioned Rodney - saw the haunt in her eye lids,
Through the sobbing; barely made out he had caughten the virus
The baby was his, as she showed me a face, pure, heavenly,
She said before he had past for us to name her melody.
Sometimes I read his raps and hear em’ saying disses.
Like “What you waiting for’’ than it just fades to whispers...
That's why I write everyday, pray, and stay persistent
For the day I hit the stage with his name in scripted
Give up? are you crazy? turn lazy?! Listen...
I don’t give a fuck about no rainy Christmas….
Whenever it feels like I cant make it & my fate seems shifted
I find inspiration in those hazy wishes..
Word
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