Lyrics:
now don't you cry
Mommy's going to be with you by and by
I'm a big girl and I'm not going to cry
Daddy when will God let Mommy UNDIE
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better
to eat
Just fill up on water, yeah
Thank the Lord for this little bit we got
Mama's somewhere workin', and daddy's
Runnin' the street, yeah
Went a-just
But you're my little girl and daddy loves you more and more
And I left you some kisses on the door
I came by to see you but mommie just said no
I
still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.
Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could
my home
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
I shiver when the cold winds blow
My daddy was a railroad man
Drove a mile and a half
phone.
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata."
I hung up with X and gave
to Canada to avoid the draft or else embittered Vietnam vets who never wanted to go home again. Either way they always wanted to show off a few of their
daddy by your side
Just do me one favor
Won't you please understand your man
Well, let me tell you, Miss Molly
Tell you 'bout my lovin' back home
I got
the evidence
So leave your bloodhounds at the door
I'm not the type of kid that you bring home to daddy
Five pimps rolling up, bumpin' in Cockboy's caddy
they get round our door
For the first time I see my daddy cry kneeling there by mama's side
Tonight I'm here at home cause something's wrong
Tonight
- my dues (wow, oohhh)
Ok, uh
I dedicated ten years of my life, ten years on the mic
Ten years sittin' at home writin' rhymes gettin' tight
french baby, don't go blamin' the fate you chose on me
One seven a b
Ha ha
Eastbird on the track, motherfucker
Paris by night, champagne n' love
Hey
Paris
lonesome tonight?
I know you miss your mama
Another year has gone by and you don't know why
But you know it's time to go home
There never was an easy way
Found her body by the lake
I wonder what her Daddy gotta say
It got quiet
During this silence
Let us pray
GOD give me the strength not to kill that
Baby, baby, are you still awake
I'm coming home tonight
Darling, darling
Will you wait for me
Daddy's coming home
I gat one thing, on my mind
Imma
"Beat daddy back" and she know it
Hope a nigga pull out them
Racks and just show it
Send a nigga up like a kite, let him blow it
I'm the one that was
as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter
My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was
I've been looking for a sweeter side
Looking for a big bloom on a short vine
Looking for a better way of life
Somewhere that I can call home
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
your daddy's in sight
Yeah, nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
For the first time, praise God, baby mom's crying
Planned to be a strong black family
play by the rules
Created the system to build on the backs of the poor
I would call that abuse
Home of the brave land of the free
Murica ain’t neva been
love it
But I love you because you're my home
Hey, Tobacco Road, Tobacco Road
Now you're dirty and you're filthy
Tobacco Road
I'm gonna get me
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