[HOOK – x2] OG Man, God Father from Skid Row to the globe, Black Panther roots, now he liftin’ up souls. Art in his hands, truth in his plan, Skid Row’s God Father, that’s the OG Man. [VERSE 1] Came from the struggle, raised in the pain, Pencils and pastels help him stay sane. Learned from his brother, behind them gates, Now he paint visions that elevate fates. Black beret soldier, heart of a chief, Turned blocks of despair into pockets of peace. 3on3 League got the youth off the block, Skid Row Brigade, yeah, he run that spot. Operation Facelift—fixin’ the scene, With murals of hope and a godfather dream. Peace-N-Hood, yeah he wrote that script, Colorin’ books that uplift the kids. Lost Angels to Humble Beauty, Docu’d up, now he servein' his duty. Family man with a queen by his side, Two young kids that he teach with pride. [HOOK – x2] OG Man, God Father from Skid Row to the globe, Black Panther roots, now he liftin’ up souls. Art in his hands, truth in his plan, Skid Row’s God Father, that’s the OG Man. [VERSE 2] Hidden Treasures, that artist mob, Paintin' Skid Row like a full-time job. Service-first in the concrete land, Seventeen years with the mic in hand. “It’s A New Day” on that podcast grind, Talkin’ real talk just to free they minds. From homelessness to public defense, He speak for the silenced, it all makes sense. Ted Hayes on the convo, facts on the table, No fables—just soldiers stay stable. Respect his name, the OG flame, Been changin’ the game while y’all chase fame. Legacy breathes in them brushstrokes bold, Gold in his words and a heart that’s cold. But warm to the block, where the angels fell, OG Man still ringin’ that bell. [HOOK – x2] OG Man, God Father from Skid Row to the globe, Black Panther roots, now he liftin’ up souls. Art in his hands, truth in his plan, Skid Row’s God Father, that’s the OG Man. [VERSE 3] From ink to the streets, his life’s a canvas, Bringing light to the dark where the world abandon us. Granddad swag with a militant brain, In a world gone numb, he feel the pain. Bridgin’ the youth to the wisdom he hold, OG Man got stories untold. Fightin’ for shelter, justice, peace, His mission of love never ceased. Seen the dirt, but he rose from the dust, Turned rage into purpose, pain into trust. Fine art rebel with a Skid Row cause, Streetball leagues with applause. Father to the fallen, voice for the lost, Paid every due, don’t care what it cost. So when they ask who changed the land, Just tell ‘em straight — that’s the OG Man. [HOOK – x2] OG Man, God Father from Skid Row to the globe, Black Panther roots, now he liftin’ up souls. Art in his hands, truth in his plan, Skid Row’s God Father, that’s the OG Man.
