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Dear Dad, |
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Yeah it's me, surprised that I'm writin'? |
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Well not really, I'm sittin' at my computer just typin' |
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Heard you were sick |
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Would have found out last week had I called |
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But to be honest |
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I don't feel the least bad at all |
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Yeah I know that sounds fucked up but you made me like that |
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Look at my childhood, I can't believe you played me like that |
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You was never around, promises was all you resort |
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No child support not as much as a call to my moms |
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I went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips |
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Could go no where in school with no money for trips |
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Gettin' cracked on by honeys and shit |
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Strugglin' |
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That's why I don't listen to your lectures on hustlin' |
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Cause we had nothin' |
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Stuck in the hood always |
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And you refer to the 80s as the good ole' days? |
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Well they wasn't for me |
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I guess things went all your way |
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But I ain't done keep reading I got more to say |
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I know this all seems abrasive |
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But look what I'm faced with |
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Missed opportunities |
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Missed chances missed places |
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I looked at what others had and I couldn't get basic |
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Deprived of so much that's why I'm stuck with this hatred |
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I went through problem after problem thinkin' you wouldn't care |
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All simply because you wasn't there |
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Just promise to visit and sorrys couldn't redeem you |
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It probably would have been better if I would never had seen you |
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Cause then I wouldn't have a face to place with the lies |
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And the disappointment that affected our lives |
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I guess that's why I'm so bothered now |
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And want to hit a motherfucker sayin' you your father's child |
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So I gotta be keepin' the faith |
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For them three girls of mine and I won't be repeatin' mistakes |
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That you made with me cause I don't miss my past |
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And every third Sunday in June you can kiss my ass |
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[Hook] |
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Scratched - "And I could feel it as a child growin' up" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi' |
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[DJ Kno] |
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Many moon have cycled since the night you decided |
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to break out late and fade out into the silence |
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First born son still playin' in his diapers |
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Left behind ya |
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Kinda thought I'd never find ya |
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But guess what? |
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The human being you had deemed a mistake |
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Is now staring you in your face |
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It's a disgrace the way I was treated |
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Shit, you probably wish I got caught in the condom when my pops skeeted |
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Well fuck that I buck back all odds |
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And stuck straight through your facade of camouflage |
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You ain't my mom |
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You ain't nothin' but a heartless bitch |
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I'm starting to switch |
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Don't even start this shit |
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Tryin' to fabricate facts that my dad kidnapped me |
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It can't be nothin' but lies to try to trap me |
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In face he |
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Packed me to Cali in '84 |
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We found your crib but you never came to the door |
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Wouldn't answer the phone but you had to be home |
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Tragedy sewn |
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Yo, you had to know you were wrong |
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Reminisce and it's not surprising |
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Grew up so broke I thought the poverty line was the horizon |
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Many nights and days we stayed in shacks |
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Pops breakin' his back |
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Faded ass packs of food stamps |
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But karma's a double edge sword |
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So thanks for letting me borrow your fuckin' umbilical cord |
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[Hook] |
