[Rapper Big Pooh]
Uh, Deah Pops
It`s your boy
I got some things I want to say to you, man
Just a couple of words
Bear with me
Gimme a minute
Time to face it
Sitting in the middle of the basement
Holding a jack
How I`m anticipating he `gon call me back
Got so much on my mind
Ain`t no holding it back
In fact, I give a fuck how he `gon react
Through my first nineteen
Asking where he at
Never seen him in the spots where we be at
For the next couple hours I sat til the phone rang
No luck or no cigar
So I said to myself I`ll try tomorr`
Me and my Vincent left out
Went to shoot play some ball
Came back, had message like `this your pa`
Then I took to the phone
Conversation was raw
Shit, I had to let him know that his child was scarred
And right now we working through our mess
But I had to get some shit off my chest
So bear with me, y`all
[Chorus]
Just want to take the time to let you know
Sometimes it`s hard to let my feelings show
The thoughts of guarantees are really so
This is all for you, you
[Phonte]
I was looking at your photograph amazed how I favored you
I remember being young wanting to play with you
Cause you was a wild and crazy dude
And now I understand why my momma couldn`t never stay with you
From the roots to the branches to the leaves
They say apples don`t fall far from the trees
I used to find it hard to believe
And I swore that I would
Always hold my family as long as I could
But damn
Our memories can be so misleading
It`s misery
I hate to see history repeating
Thought you were the bad guy
But I guess that`s why
me and my girl split
And my son is leaving
I did chores, did bills, and did dirt
But I swear to God I tried to make that shit work
`Til I came off tour to an empty house
With all the dressers and the cabinets emptied out
I think I must`ve went insane
Thinking I was in love, but really in chains
Trapped to this girl through the two-year old who carried my name
I tried to stop tripping
But yo, I couldn`t and the plot thickened
That shit affected me, largely
Because I know a lot of people want me
To fail as a father
And the thought of that haunts me
Especially when I check my rear-view mirror
And don`t see him in his car seat
So the next time it`s late at night
and I`m laid up with the woman I`mma make my wife
talking `bout how we `gon make a life
I`m thinking about child support, alimony, visitation rights
Cause that`s the only outcome if you can`t make it right
Pissed off with your children feeling the same pain
So, Pop, how could I blame cause you couldn`t maintain
I did the same thing
The same thing
[Chorus] - 2X
