Текст Nick Brewer – Many Moods: Good Man

A little sentimental brudda with a funny bop,
And some pale skin, something like my mummy got,
Trying to dream big, something I ain’t done a lot,
Crowd going up and down like a bunny hop,
I could’ve been old news but it’s a new day,
I’m trying to eat more but still I lose weight,
And I don’t need a lot of time give me 2 takes,
Flow so rare blood I’m like a blue steak,
Really though I ain’t a punchline rapper,
Cunch line trapper,
Run rhymes sunshine fun time rapper,
Old school no tools mums my back up,
Pretty shy guy man I come like dada,
I’m just like my old man,
Choose a bottle of water over a coke can,
He told me that he believed in me and my own plan,
And he set an example there for my whole fam,
Really I couldn’t ask for better there’s no man,
That I met who could do better yet, let Brew recollect,
I was out on the roads with the goons from the ends,
And my dad sat me down in my room on my bed,
Like whoa, spoke to me on a level,
Said I could walk with the Lord or dance with the devil,
Either way that I’m going he knows that I’m special,
And his loves unconditional,
But if I try act bad then I’m hypocritical,

Cause I ain’t that bad, his words were pivotal,
Now I try give them real life in my lyrical,
Cause life’s spiritual,
But really though my dad’s a good man,
My dad’s a good man, a real good man,
I wouldn’t change him if I could fam,
He’s part of the gang,
Ask Barney or Kav,
With the heart of a champ,
That’s my darg are you mad,
I love my dad.