I been a busy bee
Been the talk of the town ever since I decided to leave
Built a hive at the base and been buzzing since
I feel like I work and I work
Until the cycle get repugnant
I can't be a drone while life go on
God been whispering in my ear like the flutter of wings
Hover
Sting only when the time is right
You only get one shot for the buzzer sing
I'd rather use my pen than the stinger
Season my word with honey
Spring forth when spring come
And come with force
Dealing with rain is allowing nature to run its course
Of course I've grown coarse to the elements and it's evident
I'm seasoned you can tell from my coat of arms
The Yellow Jacket adjacent
Hit helipad flight of the zealot I'm scheming
Tell em don't Raid on my parade
Promenade through the valley of the shadows unafraid
Renegade move in patterns that be round about in ways
Pollinate give me flowers
I attribute to the colony that founded my beginning
Make it count like an independent
Tentative descendant of your lineage
Learning sequence of numerical attendance
I'm a black and yellow tenant of a world
That's not too fond of how my color pallets printed
Timid deem me to pretentious
See me harmful
Rather I shuck and jive and shake a leg I'm unreceptive
Never been one to sell on the opinions of crickets
What they don't know that I'm here for the betterment
That's not evident they don't want me here prevalent
They don't know that my presence is here for balance
And that my mere existence is medicine that ain't settled in
I'm the last of a dying breed
At the brink
I'm really only a servant to the people's needs
Equaling fertilizing catalyst for growth
Non combative till provoked
Host a multitude hopes
They use smoke to cover eyes and to sedate us
Wont be blinded by the hoax
I'm never fly on the wall
Playing spectators the norm
I'm transforming the narrative
Like companion to Shia Lebouf
A diamond in rough
Got my eyes on the prize while I kick it in drive
The way I stair got they heart rate elevated
I'm escalating the issue
Like magazines on the shelf
Grab a round a magazine and let it yelp
When it belt I don't buckle under pressure
Leave em shocked
I got watts for the wasps
Who might trot onto my aesthetic
This is deeper than surface
Level purpose primed and embedded
Quiet rhetorical questions
Headed for
Whether or not
I'm the heir
The comb that I work will run its course
No despair when my wings hit the air
This for the colony of the ones just like me
Cei la vie I'm tryna save the world
That starts with tryna save the bees