Audio Note: Two

[Verse]
Janet's son, The Miraculous One
I'm Cherry and Bobby's father
The grandson of Margaret
Nothing's heavy after carrying your mother's casket
I pray she reached Nirvana 'fore she departed
"Lionhearted", before I am martyred, I'll make a mark
At the park with the Ravens Oil, we made the markers
At Jubilee with a bottle of Maker's Mark
We the lost boys, the pen of Tolstoy bathed in darkness
My story should've been written Sanskrit
Then buried under sands for the future generations
But it's hard to understand purely due to the sand's grit
The Renaissance man of the manuscript
Since when it become "g" to be low-level?
Strung out on the Gram bickering with your man
We gotta quit putting these Stans up on a pedestal
Them boys Cairus, I'm Cannes Festival, damn