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