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I call him “The Last of The Mohicans”
Not of Indian descent nor Puerto Rican
But he is the last of mine to fully represent
He is of the Royal “Hall” descent
Today I release his spirit out unto the earth
My prayer is that he understands how much he is worth
The one with the uncanny sense of talent
Predestined to be the most valiant
A young Mann not victimized by circumstance
But one who’ll explode upon the world when he takes his chance
A lyrical genius in the making
Expressing words and beats that’ll leave you shaking
I am so proud to be his Mama
Period…End of sentence…No comma
I now pass the torch to you young Mann
Explode upon this earth like I know that you can
Happy Birthday to the one who turned Eighteen
The Last “Mann” standing who reigns Supreme!