Father
I speak to a Generation for raising our future children
Who was misguided weighing they options from floor to ceiling
It was a privilege watching you come in this world being delivered
You became the, joy in my eye and not a meal ticket
From the infancy stages you growing up to rebel
Displaying the message that the wrong move could be hell
You was all about the knowledge morph a sample to your own
At the age of 13 you was feeling like you grown
You tole me you used to love her with your common sense
Started fighting with some niggas from the west on the violent tip
He said he was cold as ice, he had the Mack 10 on his hip
A dub could see a 3v1 an they was tryna win
But you stood ya ground standing on your own to keep your conscious
Set aside ya grievance for the realistic problems
Style changed from shell tops to windbreakers
Gold Cubans bucket hats and the numeric pagers
Move to the west to show off ya talent
Outspoken bout the problems and you won’t be silenced
A nigga wit an attitude the shii wouldn’t be easy so you called on a doctor to scheme upon release
You got friends all over from the east and the west
I’m glad to see you stay upon the path and follow success
lost a couple bros thru the eyes of the rejects
But they legacy lives through you so they can rest
Hook:
I should thank my father figures show the ropes an how to climb
Graduated from a poet to a Prophet, we all right
Verse 2:
I watched you grow up having parties in the basement
To being the loudest one and ya adversaries hate it
Wanted to call to remind you of your greatness
And to scold you for the wave that you riding and getting tainted
I can’t lie, in the household the shit was kinda stressful
we did the necessary pushing drugs shining metal
The big homie told us don’t get high on our supply
But a sample made us addicts tryna reach new highs
Pushing perks like I’m unsatisfied with life
Rather shoot up on sight than be asking for a fight
In order to get rich the outsiders pimp you out
Only care about the funds to put inside they house
We used to be unified an only want respect
But I see ya self value was predetermined by a check
No love lost, you helped me so now it’s known
If you tired of being exploited then come back home
Hook:
I should thank my father figures show the ropes an how to climb
Graduated from a poet to a Prophet, we all right
