Dead Mailman My dad is one

Dead Mailman My dad is one A dead 💀 mailman was he a Postmaster General, I think not I know he delivered the Post in Perth as well as worked at CCNZ post office Templeview Aeoteroa Land of the long white cloud He's Passed away now He's resting not really As their's lot's of work to do Teaching Lost Souls In the AfterLife The Gospel of Jesus Christ In the shadows of the struggle, I rise like the sun, My pops with the letters, a warrior on the run, he was Postmaster of dreams, he carried the weight, In the land of the cloud, where we shape our fate. From Perth to the peaks, every street he’d roam, Delivering hope, making every house a home, CCNZ, Postal where his hustle was real, Each stamp on the envelope, a part of the deal. A legacy built on the backs of the grind, With every package sent, he was one of a kind, Inspiration flows like the rivers so wide, He taught me to stand tall, never run, never hide. The long white cloud holds the stories untold, In a world full of chaos, his heart turned to gold, So I pen these verses, with pride on my chest, Dead mailman vibes, but his spirit’s blessed. In the shadows of the struggle, I rise like the sun, With a heart full of hustle, I’m ready to run, My pops with the letters, a warrior on the rise, he was He taught me to fight, and to never disguise. Postmaster of dreams, he carried the weight, In a world full of doubt, we gon' challenge our fate, From the blocks to the top, we defy the decline, With the fire in our souls, we forever shine. In the land of the cloud, where the vision is clear, We embrace every challenge, we conquer our fear, With the strength of my kin, and the love that I hold, We break through the chains, we rise up and be bold. In the echoes of pain, there's a symphony sweet, With the rhythm of hope, we dance to the beat, From the ashes we rise, like the dawn of the day, In the shadows of the struggle, we’re paving the way. Sledge Droog Tha Kaoss Mutant of Kaoss Mutant Recordz Charliez Media Industriez Canberra Australia 🇦🇺