| Dear Hip-hop, It’s me your foster child
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| I’m writing this cuz i feel we should sit and talk awhile
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| It may sound like i’m crazy, but i feel like your baby
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| Spend more time with chu' then my own folks so it’s just like you raised me
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| You taught me to walk, said I should have swag
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| Taught me how to dress, thats why I let my pants sag
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| You taught me how to be a man like i ain’t have a dad
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| You taught me how to talk, that’s why my grammars bad
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| You taught me self-defense, a little rule of thumb, you never wanna fight son,
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| use a gun
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| See when you use a gun you don’t have to respect them, u can talk to them how
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| you want then pull out and check em'
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| You told me women ain’t ish but hoes and tricks
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| And never to love them just cut em' move on and dip
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| You never told me what to do if i slipped and had a kid
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| All i remember is move on and dip
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| And make it rain when she get on the pole and strip
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| But if she respectable then why ain’t she suppose to trick (?)
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| And if i see my brother get done wrong and just turn ur back and let it happen
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| but dont you snitch
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| You had me thinking heart and real were the same thing, like you real if you
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| have the heart to kill and gang bang
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| You never told me if I take his life, his pain is for a second but it’s forever
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| present in his babys life
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| You carried the spirit of banging across the nation, and they embraced it
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| because you put it in song formation
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| You taught me I dont need school I can rap, and while waiting for my music to
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| move I can trap
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| I used to wanna be one, you told me to hate the cops
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| Now they can only beat and mistreat us cuz we ain’t the cops
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| I thought you had my best interest, maybe not
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| So I’m writing this letter to tell u thanks alot
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| Dear HipHop (x4)
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| Dear hiphop, I met my real father
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| He said he loved me and he missed me and I’m not forgotten
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| He left me tons of messages but i must not of got em, I guess you must of lost
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| them, but anyway i found them
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| When i was just a younging you told me daddy left
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| I ran and checked and it says he’s always been at that address
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| He said is was me who left him, he just respected my choice
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| You showed me candy and toys and i was just a boy
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| He told me wait for sex, but we ain’t wanna wait
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| Now it’s abortions and broken homes plus a bunch of aids
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| He told me to love my women, protect and provide, you told me if i love her
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| only do it for a night
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| He said if i really loved her than wife her and go in for life like a lifer,
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| man up and make sure your family tight
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| Ill never with-hold good from you but its got to be right, if it ain’t you
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| might have to wait till after this life
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| He said to speak up when you see injustice, its thinking you weak when you
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| speak on evil and whats the streets becoming
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| He told our children are innocent, you teach them a sexual dance we re-tape it
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| then post it up on the internet
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| He told me love my brother, almost like what you said but you said if he looked
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| at me wrong i can bust his head
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| He said His Son is over everything, You either serve God or money,
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| You told me money over everything!
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| He said its never to late to come and join the family, he said they all been
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| waiting for me they rejoiced to have me
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| And that’s the point of this letter, I wrote it so you know as sure as you know
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| it, i decided i’m going home |