Untitled

Lil’ man in a big-man jacket

Tie knot tight, yeah, he really ’bout the fashion

Click clack shoes in the hallway, tapping

Saying, “mama, I’m ready,” he ain’t ever just capping

Hockey on the driveway, net in the street

Frozen fingers, still fire in his feet

Falls on the ice, pops back on his skates

That’s heart, that’s hustle, that’s great

First class Malakai, that’s my guy

Wings on his back like he ready to fly

From the couch with the rookie on late at night

To the rink, to the sky, he gon’ shine so bright

Big bro suit on, little ones by his side

Head up, chest out, walking full of pride

Yeah, I love how you grow, how you aim so high

You my pilot, my captain, first class Malakai (hey!)

He’ll name every plane when they cut through the blue

Windows up, eyes wide, pointing, “Look at that view”

Dreams on the runway, maps in his hand

Already thinking like a grown young man

Showtime, baby brother in the stands

He the first one there, steady reaching out his hand

If brother trips, he lift, if he’s scared, he talks

He protect, he guide, he walk that walk

First class Malakai, that’s my guy

Wings on his back like he ready to fly

From the couch with the rookie on late at night

To the rink, to the sky, he gon’ shine so bright

Big bro suit on, little ones by his side

Head up, chest out, walking full of pride

Yeah, I love how you grow, how you aim so high

You my pilot, my captain, first class Malakai (ooh yeah)