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I’ll love you whether you make
The right or wrong decision/
As long as you were ya own
Man and chased ya own vision/
Respect them despite how
Television show women/
Trust religion even if what’s
Out your window points to prison/
They’ll hold you to the standard
Of what your father did/
But don’t be scared to make
Mistakes, you’re still your father’s kid/
I’ll love you no matter whoever
You choose to love/
Trust you got me in ya corner
Whenever push comes to shove/
Push a dub in times
Of desperation/
Facin state pen
Complications/
Learn to use your mind cuz
They want our kind caged in/
The best I could do is
Paint you an illustration/
To keep you off the streets
And provide the motivation/
And if I fail and forever
Work a nine to five/
I’ll sacrifice my dream and pride
If it means that I’ll see you thrive/
From my heart, I’ll take a
Bullet for you quick/
Just prove to the world your
Dad didn’t birth another spic/
You’d be the first thing that
I think of when I wake up/
From daddy’s little girl
To prom dresses and make-up/
From first days of school
To broken hearts and break-ups/
Wishin you cut ya boyfriends cus
To me none of them shape-up/
Enough to hold the heart
Of a true Queen/
You’re my diamond, deserving
Of any and everything/
The shoulder you cry on
Whenever ya tears pourin/
My nigga from day one
We rocc’ the same Jordan’s/
Self-image distorting by
Media’s false standards/
But these hoes legs quick
To spread like cancer/
Have self-respect attention
Is not the answer/
I sacrificed too much to
Let my daughter be a dancer/
Fuck what anybody says
You could be the President/
Don’t let male dominated worlds
Insult your intelligence/
For your heart, I’ll take
A bullet to the core/
Just prove to the world your
Dad didn’t birth another whore/
To the kids know
The world’s in your palms/
So embrace each others
Differences with open arms/
Cus thats what my
Generation failed to do/
And the only hope we
Have let lives inside of you/
Inside the true niggas in
Designer crews make minor moves/
Everybody raps but songs seem
Slightly finger tuned/
When I die bury me inside
A designa tomb/
And teach my kids the truth
The moment they out the vagina womb/
Appreciate your girls
Appreciate your sons/
Any man can be a dad but
It takes a man to be one/
Women with mixed objectives
Mixin it up with mixed drinks/
Thirsty for some dick
Ignoring maternal instincts/
That’s all I see in our
Day and age/
We write history everyday
Let the kids write a fresh page/
I pray no more children have
To age with suppressed rage/
Make change or get robbed
Out ya reality check wage/
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