[Cashmere The Professional]
Dear Dad,
Yeah it`s me, surprised that I`m writin`?
Well not really, I`m sittin` at my computer just typin`
Heard you were sick
Would have found out last week had I called
But to be honest
I don`t feel the least bad at all
Yeah I know that sounds fucked up but you made me like that
Look at my childhood, I can`t believe you played me like that
You was never around, promises was all you resort
No child support not as much as a call to my moms
I went through nights with no dinner lookin` bummy and skips
Could go no where in school with no money for trips
Gettin` cracked on by honeys and shit
Strugglin`
That`s why I don`t listen to your lectures on hustlin`
Cause we had nothin`
Stuck in the hood always
And you refer to the 80s as the good ole` days?
Well they wasn`t for me
I guess things went all your way
But I ain`t done keep reading I got more to say
I know this all seems abrasive
But look what I`m faced with
Missed opportunities
Missed chances missed places
I looked at what others had and I couldn`t get basic
Deprived of so much that`s why I`m stuck with this hatred
I went through problem after problem thinkin` you wouldn`t care
All simply because you wasn`t there
Just promise to visit and sorrys couldn`t redeem you
It probably would have been better if I would never had seen you
Cause then I wouldn`t have a face to place with the lies
And the disappointment that affected our lives
I guess that`s why I`m so bothered now
And want to hit a motherfucker sayin` you your father’s child
So I gotta be keepin` the faith
For them three girls of mine and I won`t be repeatin` mistakes
That you made with me cause I don`t miss my past
And every third Sunday in June you can kiss my ass
[Hook]
Scratched - And I could feel it as a child growin` up - Xzibit `Paparazzi`
[DJ Kno]
Many moon have cycled since the night you decided
to break out late and fade out into the silence
First born son still playin` in his diapers
Left behind ya
Kinda thought I`d never find ya
But guess what?
The human being you had deemed a mistake
Is now staring you in your face
It`s a disgrace the way I was treated
Shit, you probably wish I got caught in the condom when my pops skeeted
Well fuck that I buck back all odds
And stuck straight through your facade of camouflage
You ain`t my mom
You ain`t nothin` but a heartless bitch
I`m starting to switch
Don`t even start this shit
Tryin` to fabricate facts that my dad kidnapped me
It can`t be nothin` but lies to try to trap me
In face he
Packed me to Cali in `84
We found your crib but you never came to the door
Wouldn`t answer the phone but you had to be home
Tragedy sewn
Yo, you had to know you were wrong
Reminisce and it`s not surprising
Grew up so broke I thought the poverty line was the horizon
Many nights and days we stayed in shacks
Pops breakin` his back
Faded ass packs of food stamps
But karma`s a double edge sword
So thanks for letting me borrow your fuckin` umbilical cord
[Hook]
