smiling of the faces,
catch glimpses of the sun's rays
still not any where as hot as whats on sons page
tales of the earth long told, long grown old
home grown, owes no noone, flows like an h2o gun
enemies are so done, give up
or i'll split wigs up, missed 'em
but they'll get 'im
missing in action for missing his actions
hes a master of the backspin, backflip with no matress
slow snackin but he breaks fast,
stays up on the science of art, but he hates math..