Open Letter

They say I rap fast So I had to slow it down And Ik ya just baby's But I woke wit ya'll on my mind like I always do I knew it was a problem When my sisters all got pregnant I wanted to be an aunt But I was fearing What I been seeing The target they possessed Just for Being black and latin They wasn't even talking They Offended Everything Found out you both were boys Tears rolled down from all of my joy Despite all of the toys Auntie chubbi buying books One phone call a day Wishful praying is All it took I preached about the morals Spoke to em about the future I tell em about the shortys And The ones that deserve flowers Call and video Yea Constant reminders For ever Telling them I love em And Tell them They are handsome Like lil Freaking cuties Like no other No other human I ever knew Asked them to remain humble And to never fight they sisters Make sure they kiss their mothers Call they granny and they papa On both sides of the family Make sure they Feed both hungers Make sure they comb they hair On a daily review numbers Even though y'all cannot read Ima make sure that ya hear me Being black and Latin Comes with big Responsibility Hold your head real HIGH Don't let the crown slide DEEP DOWN Both of YALL real KINGS Full of this PRIDE Ya deserve EVERYTHING Even BEYOND your eyesights And when they wanna cry I let them know I let em know I'm holding on tight