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From that early night I was born
to that late eve I was conceived
Momma was in love with a man
who having family he didn't believe
Walked out the morn’ he learned she was pregnant
revealing to her that he wasn't quite that loveable man so pleasant
Oh how hard liquor and gentle charm hinders what you see
The good in a ni**a you perceive
It was just her luck
Underage and somehow she snuck out and in to crowded Club Lust
Sharing drinks with a mature stranger gripping her butt
Momma willingly dances
Slowly tempted into giving him some
That’s why he’s mixing and giving her um, more consenting cups
then realizing what he wants she wises and shuts
“Nah, you gotta be my man hun†with laughter
so for the digits he ask her and begins the chase after
super smooth this bastard
Many months later, after many honest conversations loosening her up
building her trust with all that romantic bull and stuff
This faithful hoax coaxes his way right into an afternoon f**k
Nah! I wouldn't call her a slut
She just fell for a coward out looking for a nut
who after he bust,
ran out and saw it best to cut this burden from his family tree
Broken branches, crying as the axe his handed
Claiming another man buried this seed
Saying no way another man’s mouth he’s gonna feed
I mean how could he stare like he couldn’t fathom
when he’s fully aware that he didn’t wear a condom
Man c’mon, what did you think would be the outcome
Hanging up the phone like ***’em
Not what she expected to hear from a man forwardly sincere
Unbeknownst to her that’s how the most callous men tend to appear
5 months and still in tears over the child he couldn't except
Momma looking into my eyes, the son she shamefully may regret
His attempts to protest eventually lead to Maury Povich
On stage insisting “Man, I don’t even know this b***hâ€
“Yo!! she on everybody d**kâ€
followed by commercial breaks and paternity test
getting him familiar to child support checks
At this point you’d think a real man would except
but his only helping hand comes in envelopes delivered by the mailman
Damn man!!!
Them pampers on sale again...
Fatherhood, the sad truth ain’t many fathers in the hood
I’m just a casualty of the pu**y felling good
Sometimes I feel if the ni**a really didn’t won’t me
he should have pulled out and left it where the f**k he stood
The life of a child
Love, peace and heaven
Well it was more like hell by the time I was seven
as momma fell off and got hooked on drugs before I was eleven
A good son
I wanted to be her angel; I wanted her to see me as a blessing
Momma could you please stop stressing
but all she says is son fix your own damn breakfast,
I’m getting these headaches and works getting harder
To young for a job but maybe it’ll ease her mind to see my report card this semester
Coming home from school like look ma’ I passed again
I wanted to make her proud
Dad was the villain and she was my heroine
only to walk into the bedroom and find her under her cape passed out on heroin...
911
Was it the drugs or was me being born enough to suffocate
Paramedics can’t resuscitate
A 14 year burden and she just had to escape
Do I love her?
She lasted longer than my father who gave up before my birthday
which is why on every birthday I blow out his memory
reminding myself I don't need his presence (presents) anyway
Straight A’s…
Yet ever since I dropped out I’ve felt like nothing but their biggest failure
