Lyrics:
When I was seventeen
I asked my daddy
What does it take to be a man
He said sit down son
Let's have a little talk
I'll try and make you understand
life your farm your home on the range
If you've got a woman, a woman's got a mind to change
SONG: Only a Good Woman
When I was seventeen
I asked my daddy
momma a teacher
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher
Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick
If you ain't eating pussy then you
momma, she gon' get a mansion by the coast
Put you in my shoes, guarantee you gon' choke
He was talkin' that shit, but now your main man a ghost
Ayy, I was
Rebel, Run
Filled with Satan's desire
My baby daddy's full blooded Cherokee
And He can't go town so he waits up by the creek
He can't hunt or fish cuz it
the villains
I grew up with the shooters
Was surrounded by the dealin'
And didn't even know it 'til
My father was convicted
Was telling all my friends that
He
people on my walls
Well, my Momma and Daddy thought that they had me fooled
I wasn't thinking, not at all
Well I got out
I was not gonna stand
In
On It
Solve it for tomorrow that’s homework
Borrowed by the other teacher
Who discovered that problem by a loud yelling preacher
But it was nice to meet
and Colombian so nigga my life
A target for racist comments everywhere
Sometimes it was days with no food on my plate
Though my daddy lost it my mother was strong
said it
Here, here's the floor, I'll give it to you
Same niggas told me that I wouldn't be here
I had to get to it for them
My pockets was down, my
to run to when my whip was up for repossession
Estranged by many, but never a stranger to pressure
Amanda the closest thing I know to an angel investor
No
knocked for me, at the right time
Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bullshit
Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits
God
a previous life
I was lynched by one
I am fugitive as I am captive
Always seeking but escaping justice
I am
Fatherless children programmed to believe
ballerina,
Only eight-teen, but she living like a diva;
Daddy was a preacher, Moma was a teacher,
She got good grades, so you they like to treat her;
Like
My mama always told me
"Son, you'd best go easy down that road"
And she said she was sorry
For all the times she couldn't save my soul
Shoulda
a teacher
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher
Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick
If you ain't eating pussy then you sucking good
I remember that first kiss... told my mama.. this girls it
It didn't matter that we had just met
I was so beside myself...thinking I knew how love
of things a little different
Cause I’ve been watching this old world through my daddy's eyes
Chorus
Preachers and politicians
It’s getting hard to tell
All the things my daddy taught me in the days when I was young
How to trail the whitetail deer and how to use a gun
In the autumn we go hunting in
going public, this is all mean
See back had the early vision when niggaz was fourteen
Have a baby baby, give em more cream
757, G. 550 Gulf Stream
babymama
Spitting heat, the booth hot like a sauna
Ima big tymer, number one stunner
Had a preacher kid, slanging that lumber
Never ran track, so I never
I was a child once
The fear of the world in my eyes
Far from the safety of the other side
I colored by numbers
Learned how to tie my own shoes
the wrecks...he Was a father to my friends in the neighborhood, cheering us on should he find us out Doing good...attending parent/teacher meetings like a daddy
Shouts to Latifah, the Fugees I see you
It's ready or not speak the gospel like preacher
Spazz on the mic like I'm Red Man on features
Not Naughty by
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