Couldn't picture SB19 without Pablo,
Can't see them without him being their Pinuno,
He possesses something that completes the pack
Added the selflessness all so intact.
Pau's genius ways with bars are tough,
Letting a feast in the pack with his craft,
Allowing them to devour the dish he positioned,
As long as he has all his passion and dedication.
I can't with the resolve and brainpower—
It was hard to breathe as I inhaled tougher,
So bold, so potent, name it all—
He has all the spices blended on his table.
Overlooked every detail, no, can't get enough,
Only a cakewalk I got,
His quill is scary; every obstacle has a wordplay,
Funny how he goes through barbed wires that way.
His candied disposition puts him there,
Screaming colors of a breather and fulfillment,
Inclined and merged so well with his brothers,
Complementing the dishes of mouthwatering track lists.
Couldn't picture SB19 without Pablo,
Can't see them without him being their Pinuno,
He possesses something that completes the pack,
Now, they're slowly going up!
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For Pablo
PoetryTo the versatile man That rouses my somnolent passion again, To the outlandish guy That charmed my crafts and sentiments right now, To the skillful gentleman Who let me believe in my capacity, To the appealing man Who reminds me to always be the bet...
