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Peak #3,237
Peak in subgenre #681
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
December 22, 2008
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:12
Lyrics
Yo, theres things you go through, & things you dont//
Sum things you’ll understand and some things you won’t//
Like when people disappear, like that weed you smoke//
Just know I wrote this piece here, see, to bring you hope//
Me & ya father wish we coulda seen you grow//
& I asked ya dad, he’s sad he had ta leave you bro//
But he was young, dumb, & runnin, in a shyty situation//
aint know, how to deal wit, the shyt that he was facin//
So he ran away, why? Cuz he was a dodo//
Left ya mom & rolled, so she raised you up solo//
Now you on the streets, & you aint tiny no mo tho//
But gotcha mom screamin, oh no, while you flee from the popo//
But trust, ya father feels bad, they grow up so fast, damn//
Usta do what you do, But became an Old ass man, damn//
So yes, the lessons learned, a better pops he gotta be//
Give slack to ya dad, he knows he owes an apology//
I lived the same situation, you facin//
My pops dipped out too, I grew up, chased & faced em//
the same blood, so I know the path you travelin//
I asked the same questions, that I know you askin em//
Fact is Ill be the best uncle, that you ever had//
yeah, I talked to my brother, he’s tryna be a better dad//
You pissed at ya pops? Stop it kid, come on, never that//
Im tryna bring this family together, you tryna sever that//
Yo ima be the uncle to you, that I never had//
Or be more like a brother, whatevers clever man, forever fam//
Cuz, lifes too short, to be, livin in the past//
When I see ya pops, trust me, ill be gettin in his ass//
Right now is the present, leave the past in the back//
Im sure you got alotta questions, you could be askin ya dad//
So I say call em up, & as a matter of fact//
Ill call em up for you, & bring this shattered family back//
It’s a tragedy that this aint fiction, this verse that im spittin//
So play back this track, n read the words that ive written//
Cuz writtin & recitin this, brings tears to my eyes//
So if you hearin these rhymes, know that I put tears in these lines//
15 years later, Im sendin text to my nephew//
Merry Christmas kid, you get that check that I sent you?//
While you, smoking that stuff, I know you rollin that bud//
Im sayin, refrain from anger, kid stop holdin that grudge//
Ayo at times, you feel like cryin, tryna drink tha whole bottle//
Gimme a call dawg, uncle Joe, ill be ya role model//
Just imagine ya dad passin, his ass in a casket//
Its sad aint it, that why im sayin, all that I ask is//
Just, give em a chance, n put that shyt in the past Chris//
sit back n relax, while i spit to this track Chris//
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