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Written by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats Mixed and Mastered by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats **Intro ** Little brother in the rearview, chasing heavy From Legos to loaded metal From fairy tales to feral… --- Verse 1 Little brother little, but his idols colossal, Colosseum dreams — every scene is a brawl. He was watching *The Godfather* with a soda and popcorn, Now he studies omertà like a code to be sworn. From *Scarface* to the staircase of despair, Say “hello to my little friend” — now the devil’s his prayer. At ten he traded teddy bears for a Beretta vendetta, Vendetta vendetta — that’s a meta vendetta. Pocket full of nothing but he’s plotting the profit, Prophet of a false gold calf, he worships the wallet. Minor with a major complex, quiet but chronic, Silent sirens in his iris — violence ironic. He mimic what he minute-see, cinema sinner, Dinner with beginners turned predator winner. He wants power and powder, louder and prouder, Sweet child turned sour by the hour. He says “I need respect,” he repeats, he repeats, Echoes of anger resound in the streets. He don’t play cops and robbers — he prefers the robber role, Stole his own childhood just to purchase control. --- Hook Little brother wanna grow quick, grow quick, Fast lane living on a slow-burn wick. Little brother want the crown, want the throne, But a king with no kingdom stands alone. Little brother chasing clout, chasing clouds, Thunder in his lungs, lightning loud. He marches to war with a toyless youth — Lost boy searching Neverland truth. --- Verse 2 Raised by a screen — blue glow tutor, Cathode catharsis turned his heart computer. Remote control patrol scrolling roles to enroll, He “current” in the streets but lacking a soul. He learned from *The Dark Knight* that the city needs fear, But forgot Bruce Wayne cried behind the veneer. He quotes *Menace II Society* like it’s scripture and psalm, Palm on the chrome, praying harm brings calm. Calm in the chaos — chaotic composure, Exposure to explosions made empathy closure. He “packs” for acceptance, acceptance in packs, Wolf in a wool hoodie covering tracks. Like Icarus flying too close to the light, Wax wings glitter but they melt mid-flight. He want the fast cash, the dashboard digital, Dash toward a funeral — fate so pivotal. Journal feeds fever, repeated and printed, Ink in his think tank permanently tinted. He sees what he saw so he saw what he sees, Locked in a pattern that tightens with ease. He says “I am grown,” but growth ain’t height, It’s light in the night — not a fight for a stripe. He’s barely begun but he’s done with begun, Too cold for the warmth of the sun. --- Hook Little brother wanna grow quick, grow quick, Fast lane living on a slow-burn wick. Little brother want the crown, want the throne, But a king with no kingdom stands alone. Little brother chasing clout, chasing clouds, Thunder in his lungs, lightning loud. He marches to war with a toyless youth — Lost boy searching Neverland truth. --- Bridge I remember when we battled dragons in the yard, Cardboard swords, hearts unscarred. Now he got metal where the medals should hang, Trading lullabies for the devil’s slang. He wants boots of seven leagues to sprint through fate, But forgot every shortcut circles back to late. You can’t fast-forward life like a scene on pause, Every cause got claws — every applause withdraws. --- Final Hook Little brother, slow down — breathe in, breathe, The soil needs seasons to grow that seed. Little brother, hold ground — don’t drown deep, The wolves you run with don’t lose sleep. Little brother wanna grow quick, grow quick, Quicksand glitter like a gold brick. Little brother hear me now — hear me clear, The man you chase won’t appear through fear. From playground dust to a loaded chrome throne, You can’t build a kingdom from a cracked backbone. Little brother… little brother… please — Don’t trade your spring for a winter freeze.