Flight of the Honeybee

[Into Narration]
So, what do you know
About honeybee's
Well there's one thing I know
About honeybee's
And that's
The more you know about em
The more you realize how much more
There is to know about em

[Ausar]
I been a busy bee
Been the talk of the town
Ever since I decided to leave
Built a hive at the base, and I been buzzing since
I feel like I work and I work until the cycle get repugnant
I can't be a drone while life go on
God been whispering in my ear like
A flutter of wings
Hover
Sting only when the time is right
You only get one shot before the buzzer sing
I'd rather you my pen and the stinger
Season my words with honey
Spring fourth, when the spring come
And I come with force

Dealing with rain is allowing nature
To run its course
Of course I’ve grown coarse to the elements
And its evident I'm seasoned
You can tell from my coat of arms
Yellowjacket adjacent, hit helipad
Flight of the zealot, I'm scheming

Tell em don't rain on my parade, promenade
Through the valley of the shadows, unafraid, renegade
Move in patterns that be roundabout in ways, pollinate
Give me flowers I attribute to the colony
That founded my beginning
Make it count, like an independent tentative
Descendant of your lineage learning sequence of numerical attendance

I’m a black and yellow tenant of a world that’s not too fond of how my color pallets printed
Timid Deem me to Pretentious

See me harmful
Rather I shuck and jive and shake a leg im unreceptive
Never been one to sell on the opinions of crickets
What they don’t know that I’m here for the betterment
That’s not evident they don’t want me here prevalent
They don’t know that my presence is here for balance and that my mere existence is medicine that ain’t settled in
I’m the last of a dying breed
At the brink
I’m really Only a servant to the people’s needs
Equaling fertilizing catalyst for growth
Noncombative till provoked
Host a multitude of hopes
They use smoke to cover eyes and to sedate us won't be blinded by the Hoax
I’m never fly on the wall
Playing spectators the norm
I’m transforming the narrative
Like companion to Shia Lebouf
A diamond in Rough

Got, my eye on the prize
While I take it and drive
The way I steer got they heart rate elevated
I'm, escalating the issue (yeah)
Like magazines on the shelf
Grab around a magazine and let it Yelp
When it belt, I don't buckle, under pressure
Leave em shocked
I got watts for the wasps
Who might trot
Onto my aesthetic
This is deeper than surface
Level Purpose primed
And embedded
Quiet Rhetorical questions
Headed for
Whether or not
I’m the heir
The comb that I work will run its course
No despair when my wings hit the air
This for the colony of the ones just like me
Cei la vie I’m tryna save the world that starts with tryna save the bees

[Closing Naaration]
They're amazing, interesting, fascinating
Little creatures
So where do we start?