Samoan Drop by Rey Santoya

I smile so I don’t cry, early wiping both eyes
You can see my energy, slower than life can go by
All stuck in small worlds, dream for the bigger things
A hoarse voice of reason, cuz no one seems to be listening
We taught to work with our hands, and pray afterwards
So we never could wash the dirt, let alone our sins, off our hands(es) first
Not exactly what you will read about
More ghetto than duct tape on a screen door to keep mosquitoes out
Brown men, look at the fights we been through
Playboy mags underneath our bed so we’ve always been good at hiding issues
So don’t be confused when then one of us eventually thinking to slice our wrists too
Marinate those 3 bars then press play if you like to continue
Little boys with no fathers
Grow up to be daddies to the fatherless so don’t bother
When those fatherless grow up to be our own daughters
who marry the same little boys who are nothing but grown toddlers

I dream of pumping gas in a Ferrari, money stacks
National tours, wifey asking when you coming back?
A nice house on the island with the ocean views
Studio costing 5 Gs always close to you
Working 10 hours a day, the album’s overdue
Shows in the Valley and San Antonio too
White tee with the swim trunks, and sandals
In the middle of the afternoon, I get drunk on Jack Daniels
All without the nervousness
Of time passing me by, asking myself what my purpose is
Whether it’s positive, negative, livid, or controversial
Whatever you think of me, you see me smiling on commercials
I’m 26 so I often thinking about
Where I’ll be at 33, will I be that King of the South
Like I said I’ll always be, will I wake up from this dream in no time
and smile so I don’t cry, early wiping both eyes?

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Melodic rap
• alternative
• alternative rap
• chillout
• san antonio rap
• texas rap
• San Antonio