Esteban Gigante

Esteban Gigante, build a bridge you can call me
And I'll be right there to fight, look at all thee
People who came to salute,
wasn't a fantasy we just don't filter the truth
Call it a man to be, though it was fun just rapping then...
But I was feeling the vibes of what's happening
I mean...Birds started flying, people started dying
Shit got real, but ya mama wasn't crying
I guess she was being strong,
I wrote a song... trying to explain the wrong
His name is Ill WIll you might know him from Nas
I was the little homie right behind them guys....

*Hook*

Esteban Gigante, Big Steve what he called me
Big chips like the finals , in the hall we were hooping
Shit like the stairs out of bounds, but we were losing,
trying to keep our heads under crowns
Life moving, moving....with or without us.
He felt the game was rigged and they all suss.
Try to navigate a crooked path. Do the math...
I could of been a sociopath...

*Hook*

Esteban Gigante, taco meat Belafonte.
Little hair on my chest sipping Andre.
Went to school to be a better man,
A better than, a better plan , see better land.
See I was moving smoother than, a Quiet Storm.
Trying to disrupt the norm. Call me a Prodigy or Manchild
Nas was reaching out, Senior year in college I'm too close for backing out.
Acting like snob, snubbing invitations.
Avoiding pulling up, blaming education.
Nas was gracious and nothing but real.
But talking to him just, reminded me of Will.

*Hook*

His name is Ill Will, you might know him from Nas.
I was the little homie right behind them guys.
Park jams was like fire works to young eyes
I would take, what I heard and saw to Bed Stuy.
I can't lie, I've lived a blessed life.
Ups and Downs, but still around breathing despite...
Life's a bitch trying to cancel, a Poor Black Man.
The past is just a lesson to forge that plan....