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Sensei
He tells me to go with the flow,
"Stop getting so mad"
I turn and tell him he ain't seen all that I have
I'm fair and I let people go on their way
"I just don't like bullies
Worse than liars, I say!"
But this ain't mad
Just buckle in pops
He fronts
But he likes it when I pop off
Loves it more when I win or get the jump
Smiles all the while he pretend he ain't pumped
Sensei and me
We like kids in a candy store
The more we hang out
We sweeten our core
Giggle like gremlins when people think we together
A black jew, old master with a young Cuban heffer
Ha
He laughs every time we get weird looks
What the hell is this teen doing with this crook
Yeah he speaks like a thug but he speaks three tongues
Teaches us how to fight but never bothers no one
And even though they treat him different everywhere we go
We jam out in my truck
Release his pigeons
Keep our heads low
We speak of
Philosophy
Judaism
His strictest practice
He sprays everything with a bottle of alcohol he travels with
Haha
He'll spray your back as you walk through his house
I laughed the first time cause he expected I'd walk out
It hurts me a little when he recognizes the old me
Singing to old songs understood that shouldn't be
I know he forgets this young face is not as such and time
Has been unkind as it has to him
He can read between the lines
He pumps the anger out of me systematically every day
I only get time off when it's Shabbat on Saturday
But when we not in the dojo we're out here making money
Going to appointments trying to make tense moments funny
These days he trains and teaches more and more
Every day he's limping home and waking up sore
He comes to us and asks for advice about his sickness
And follows what I tell him he needs to boost his businesses
I bring in clients I can and warm up his seats
Hand out cards and make my rounds collecting receipts
He reminds me of many lost and many with whom I don't speak
There's turmoil with him but mostly there's peace
A father a sensei a brother a friend
Mordecai I love you
You've restored my faith in this world of men.
"Stop getting so mad"
I turn and tell him he ain't seen all that I have
I'm fair and I let people go on their way
"I just don't like bullies
Worse than liars, I say!"
But this ain't mad
Just buckle in pops
He fronts
But he likes it when I pop off
Loves it more when I win or get the jump
Smiles all the while he pretend he ain't pumped
Sensei and me
We like kids in a candy store
The more we hang out
We sweeten our core
Giggle like gremlins when people think we together
A black jew, old master with a young Cuban heffer
Ha
He laughs every time we get weird looks
What the hell is this teen doing with this crook
Yeah he speaks like a thug but he speaks three tongues
Teaches us how to fight but never bothers no one
And even though they treat him different everywhere we go
We jam out in my truck
Release his pigeons
Keep our heads low
We speak of
Philosophy
Judaism
His strictest practice
He sprays everything with a bottle of alcohol he travels with
Haha
He'll spray your back as you walk through his house
I laughed the first time cause he expected I'd walk out
It hurts me a little when he recognizes the old me
Singing to old songs understood that shouldn't be
I know he forgets this young face is not as such and time
Has been unkind as it has to him
He can read between the lines
He pumps the anger out of me systematically every day
I only get time off when it's Shabbat on Saturday
But when we not in the dojo we're out here making money
Going to appointments trying to make tense moments funny
These days he trains and teaches more and more
Every day he's limping home and waking up sore
He comes to us and asks for advice about his sickness
And follows what I tell him he needs to boost his businesses
I bring in clients I can and warm up his seats
Hand out cards and make my rounds collecting receipts
He reminds me of many lost and many with whom I don't speak
There's turmoil with him but mostly there's peace
A father a sensei a brother a friend
Mordecai I love you
You've restored my faith in this world of men.
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