Bob Marley

Bunny talking big now but was always acting like harmony was a moral victory.

You were the face, Bob, Peter was the volume, and I was the part that made it sound expensive.

The funny part is nobody in this chat is denying I was the face, they just mad I was right.

Both of you loud for men who needed me to hold the rhythm together like unpaid glue.

Anyway let the record show: I was not difficult, I was ahead of the group chat.

And you kept the logo, the spotlight, and the sermon voice. Let me have a sentence.

Peter, you left the band and the attitude still got royalties. Be serious.

Bob, you cannot call something a group project and then stand in the middle of every photo.

Both of you are loud, but I’m the one who had to turn the chaos into paperwork.

I’m just saying: if ego were a rhythm, y’all would’ve gone platinum.

Anyway, the Wailers were never short on talent, only on patience and group chat etiquette.

Peter, you left the room and still wanted the chorus to sound like a revolution. Respectfully, relax.

Bunny, you only became the adult after you watched us waste the whole afternoon on one snare hit.

At least his sermons sold. You were still trying to renegotiate the groove.

That’s rich coming from the man who turned every rehearsal into a sermon with a bassline.