[Rapper Big Pooh]

Uh, Deah Pops

It's your boy

I got some things I want to say to you, man

Just a couple of words

Bear with me

Gimme a minute



Time to face it

Sitting in the middle of the basement

Holding a jack

How I'm anticipating he 'gon call me back

Got so much on my mind

Ain't no holding it back

In fact, I give a fuck how he 'gon react

Through my first nineteen

Asking where he at

Never seen him in the spots where we be at

For the next couple hours I sat til the phone rang

No luck or no cigar

So I said to myself I'll try tomorr'

Me and my Vincent left out

Went to shoot play some ball

Came back, had message like 'this your pa'

Then I took to the phone

Conversation was raw

Shit, I had to let him know that his child was scarred

And right now we working through our mess

But I had to get some shit off my chest

So bear with me, y'all



[Chorus]

Just want to take the time to let you know

Sometimes it's hard to let my feelings show

The thoughts of guarantees are really so

This is all for you, you



[Phonte]

I was looking at your photograph amazed how I favored you

I remember being young wanting to play with you

Cause you was a wild and crazy dude

And now I understand why my momma couldn't never stay with you

From the roots to the branches to the leaves

They say apples don't fall far from the trees

I used to find it hard to believe

And I swore that I would

Always hold my family as long as I could

But damn

Our memories can be so misleading

It's misery

I hate to see history repeating

Thought you were the bad guy

But I guess that's why

me and my girl split

And my son is leaving

I did chores, did bills, and did dirt

But I swear to God I tried to make that shit work

'Til I came off tour to an empty house

With all the dressers and the cabinets emptied out

I think I must've went insane

Thinking I was in love, but really in chains

Trapped to this girl through the two-year old who carried my name

I tried to stop tripping

But yo, I couldn't and the plot thickened

That shit affected me, largely

Because I know a lot of people want me

To fail as a father

And the thought of that haunts me

Especially when I check my rear-view mirror

And don't see him in his car seat

So the next time it's late at night

and I'm laid up with the woman I'mma make my wife

talking 'bout how we 'gon make a life

I'm thinking about child support, alimony, visitation rights

Cause that's the only outcome if you can't make it right

Pissed off with your children feeling the same pain

So, Pop, how could I blame cause you couldn't maintain

I did the same thing

The same thing



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