Another motherfuckin rapper who isn�t black could be born
Ok, so maybe I ain�t a rapper, I�m just writin� down words
But who knows what ears they may fall upon and be heard
Oh yeah, I wasn�t really born down here in corn country either
I came from a rough school but grew up
Like fuckin� leave it to beaver
�Cept my mother and father didn�t care for each other either
So they divorced when I was 2 �coz mom said dad was too eager
To find a new piece of heaven, a new girl to show love to
And though I didn�t live with him, he�s still the one I looked up to
He�s still my father
While I don�t agree with all that he�s said
I still may follow in his footprints, some good and some bad
And I�m still learning, and growing from the mistakes that he�s had
I could never love another man enough to call him my dad
Not that I had to, it seems mom gave up on �the man�
And raised me to be the greatest person I can�be
On her own, while we wasn�t able to live the rich life
And sometimes we barely had enough food to get by
We still made it, we�ve proven that even we could survive
We weren�t dyin�, we just kept tryin�, we both came out alive
My parents showed me, that even my childhood was tough
And at times I was at the end, I felt like I�d had enough
And at the end of the tunnel, I could still the light
They were right, with some fight I might not turn out so rough
So though they weren�t together, my parents still raised me right
And before I go to sleep, I still pray every night
For my daughters. That though I left their mother they might,
see I still love them more than ever, and things will be better
I�ll never, let them down, we�re in this life together, me and them forever.
I�m sure we�ll stumble and fall, but as long as we can call
On each other to help us back to our feet than we all
Are gonna make it, they�ll see� their life isn�t that bad
And no one�s ever gonna love them more than their dad.