Tío

When I was a kid, I would scribble up in my pad But not jottin’ rhymes, I was sketchin’ the man I’ve always been a fan of the superheroes But the one I looked up to the most was so near, close He lived right next door, and what do you know? He was an artist, paintin’ professional I remember the Spawn piece And now I spawn beast rhymes when I write But that wasn’t in sight when I was nine years old I wanted to be like my uncle, mí tío He played the best male role in my life My daddy owes him big time And now through adolescence, I look up to a new man by the name Tlaloc And I could tell how he cares about the youth ‘Specially his wife’s nephews He works with the underprivileged And tries to make new avenues for success Get their minds off the upsets Forget all the pain Look at the good that lies in front of you, man I respect all the OGs that don’t even know the People they raise up, all of the teachers And the uncles who save the Kids who don’t have a dad, or ones who do bad ‘Cause they are the spark of what’s a good man And shout out to the men who don’t give up what they bred And the mother’s boyfriends Who take the role of the dad ‘Cause those are the types of people I call real men As for them other brothers, man, they can drop dead