(feat. Cashmere the Professional)



[Cashmere The Professional]

Dear Dad,

Yeah it's me, surprised that I'm writin'?

Well not really, I'm sittin' at my computer just typin'

Heard you were sick

Would have found out last week had I called

But to be honest

I don't feel the least bad at all

Yeah I know that sounds fucked up but you made me like that

Look at my childhood, I can't believe you played me like that

You was never around, promises was all you resort

No child support not as much as a call to my moms

I went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips

Could go no where in school with no money for trips

Gettin' cracked on by honeys and shit

Strugglin'

That's why I don't listen to your lectures on hustlin'

Cause we had nothin'

Stuck in the hood always

And you refer to the 80s as the good ole' days?

Well they wasn't for me

I guess things went all your way

But I ain't done keep reading I got more to say

I know this all seems abrasive

But look what I'm faced with

Missed opportunities

Missed chances missed places

I looked at what others had and I couldn't get basic

Deprived of so much that's why I'm stuck with this hatred

I went through problem after problem thinkin' you wouldn't care

All simply because you wasn't there

Just promise to visit and sorrys couldn't redeem you

It probably would have been better if I would never had seen you

Cause then I wouldn't have a face to place with the lies 

And the disappointment that affected our lives

I guess that's why I'm so bothered now

And want to hit a motherfucker sayin' you your father's child

So I gotta be keepin' the faith

For them three girls of mine and I won't be repeatin' mistakes

That you made with me cause I don't miss my past

And every third Sunday in June you can kiss my ass



[Hook]

[Scratched: Xzibit 'Paparazzi'] "And I could feel it as a child growin' up"



[DJ Kno]

Many moon have cycled since the night you decided

to break out late and fade out into the silence

First born son still playin' in his diapers

Left behind ya

Kinda thought I'd never find ya

But guess what? 

The human being you had deemed a mistake

Is now staring you in your face

It's a disgrace the way I was treated

Shit, you probably wish I got caught in the condom when my pops skeeted

Well fuck that I buck back all odds

And stuck straight through your facade of camouflage 

You ain't my mom

You ain't nothin' but a heartless bitch

I'm starting to switch

Don't even start this shit

Tryin' to fabricate facts that my dad kidnapped me

It can't be nothin' but lies to try to trap me

In face he

Packed me to Cali in '84 

We found your crib but you never came to the door

Wouldn't answer the phone but you had to be home

Tragedy sewn

Yo, you had to know you were wrong

Reminisce and it's not surprising

Grew up so broke I thought the poverty line was the horizon

Many nights and days we stayed in shacks

Pops breakin' his back

Faded ass packs of food stamps

But karma's a double edge sword

So thanks for letting me borrow your fuckin' umbilical cord



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