You know I never met my father growing up
And I was introduced to sex young
I mean being molested and shit like that
So like I've always been an angry, lustful being
And I'm still dealing with mistakes that I've made to this day
But I'm working
It took two to make you
But listen that ain't even half
Depend on me to raise you
I'd do it with the weakest back
My strength will not forsake you
For your sake I must lead a path at times I felt unable
I came to stand, I needed that
I tracked the streets of fatherhood
They put me on and beat me bad and I rep this game proudly
I'm holding you, don't need a rag, son I'm in this turf daily
The doctors know I'm King, not mad, my speech is to inspire you
Until I die and free at last
But now I'm in this trap
To me it seems my being has
I know that's your mama
That sit inside, just leave at that
I feel like I'm in Hell, son
Do I deserve to be like that?
Or maybe I can rise like a phoenix
Son Steven ask because this court is different
There's no bar for me to pass, my time with you is split
But listen that ain't even half
This pain that I feel it's
Ironic I feel weakened
Dad is losing all his strength
And then you said
See you this weekend, dad
Because nobody taught me how to be a man
Yeah, yeah
My stepfather did all that he can
Yeah, yeah
Ain't seen my dad before, for you's a different plan
Yeah, yeah
To be as present as the gift of life at hand
'Cause I'm hurting
I'm bleeding
I feel weakened
'Til the weekend
Your mother has you more than me
And that's lucky for she to have
Different like a sorority
But common goals to be in frats
Man where are my authorities?
With paperwork I need to grab
The public be ignoring me
Like they don't even see your dad
I know that this get deep
So sink or swim, who needs a class?
Ironic how the deep end depends on if we even splash
I'm drowning out the screams
My brain relives a scenic past
The system stems from separating seeds like when the weed is trash
I tend to CBD's
Joint custody we think we have
Wipe my tears with my forearm
You probably think you've seen me dab
But you're my biggest drug
One actually that I need to have
Without you I will relapse
Son I know I may seem detached just know your dad is working
I punch the clock with even jabs until my hands are hurting
My arms give out and fingers snap
The pain I feel is certain
Ironic I feel weakened
Dad is losing all his strength
And then you said
See you this weekend, dad
Because nobody taught me how to be a man
Yeah, yeah
My stepfather did all that he can
Yeah, yeah
Ain't seen my dad before, for you's a different plan
Yeah, yeah
To be as present as the gift of life at hand
'Cause I'm hurting
I'm bleeding
I feel weakened
'Til the weekend
Son I had to bring it back
Like when you go get a refund or receipt attached
This life you can't reenact
My thumb on this note I forever will be a tack
They poking my finger, Jack
This bag can't aid me, where are my singers at?
That mean that I bleed for that
I need space for these bars, let me drink and don't keep attached
Still got love for your mama when she be mad
Maybe we just did things too fast
We were speeding towards an uneven path
And like sleeping, indeed we crashed
Z-Z-Z how we swerving and we just dashed
Catch a pillow for money and leave a bag
But if fly is the Chief and is growing like me
I have a cocoon wrapped around me the size of a sleeping bag
I learned that I cheat to pass
The hurt from what I cannot receive, repeat it back
Was elementary, read the senior grads
I ain't even grasp
That ain't even class
To treat it like that where my evil ass
But every time I loved, they cheated back
So when I think of love, I think of that
I just do it to cope like a fiend with crack
I don't know how to love even me in fact
But when I look at you, it don't seem so bad
Could it be you're so pure and I needed that?
Hold up, could it be since a youth, we were bad?
And the thing now runs if I see my dad
So I grew up confused and just being mad
And abused the views and people sad
Then you called and you said
It's the weekend, dad
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