Poet and little Biscuit (Buddy Love The White Assassin)

Dust on the porch swing, weight on my spine

Momma ghosted, no postcard, no sign

Me and you, Paul Anthony Jr., held it down in the grind.Taught you how to shine, in a world that's blind.Little biscuit, you my ace, my day one soldier

White assassin with a heart that’s colder

Raised you in the mud, with the weight on my shoulder No silver spoon, just a chip and a boulder

Dust on the boots, mud on the crown,

Momma dipped quick, but we held it down.

Two outlaws, no sheriff in sight,

Ridin’ through the dark, no stars, just night.

Paul Anthony Jr., boy you my ace, my little biscuit,

World threw us stones, we said, "We’ll risk it."

A bond so thick, can't cut with no blade,

No fade, no shade, we the family we made.

Paul Anthony Jr., my right-hand man,

We carved our name deep in this land.

Momma ran out, but we ain’t break,

We hold it down, no matter what’s at stake.

Hold it down, boy, hold it down.

White assassin, you sharp as a dart,

Raised by the wolves, but you still got heart.

Buddy Love with the swag, cold like December,

Every hard lesson, yeah, you gon' remember.

Chain on your neck but no chain on your soul,

We outlaws, boy, we make our own code.

I see me in your eyes, the hunger, the fight,

Two shadows in the dirt, but we burning bright.

No lullabies, just cries in the dark,

No silver spoon, just dreams and the spark.

They said we’d crumble, but look at us now,

Through the grit, through the grind, we made that vow.

To never fold, never quit, never back down,

We kings of the struggle, wear a makeshift crown.

Paul Anthony Jr., my right-hand man,

We carved our name deep in this land.

Momma ran out, but we ain’t break,

We hold it down, no matter what’s at stake.

Hold it down, boy, hold it down.

Little biscuit, the world can’t faze ya,

Outlaw spirit, no chains can cage ya.

Raised you solo, no guide, no map,

But we wrote our story, rap by rap.

Paul Anthony Jr., my son, my pride, my kin,

Against all odds,

Buddy love, we rose from the dark

Momma walked out, but we made our mark

Through the pain, through the fight, through the bite of the spark

Little biscuit my son, my light in the stark

Diapers in the backpack, hustle in my chest

Nights with no dinner, still prayed for the best

Taught you strength, boy, never second-guess

We turned them losses into jewels, now we blessed

Lonely streets, but we laughed at the curse

World threw stones, we just wrote our verse

Tears in the dirt, but the pain reversed

Now the crown on your head, ain't no king rehearsed

Father and son, that's a bond they can't sever

You and me, kid, against the world forever

Momma missed the chapter, we wrote the endeavor

Built a legacy, brick by brick, no pressure