| Listen
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| If I had a son, here’s what I’d teach him
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| Respect everybody that you meet
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| Got to treat everybody decent
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| Don’t be a coward, be a man with
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| Patience and understanding
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| I would be there in your time of need
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| I would never leave or abandon
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| Protect you from the rough cruel world
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| Never let the walls crush you
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| Encourage you that you can do anything
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| That you put your mind up to
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| I would be the type of parent
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| That would let you know you was priceless
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| I would be the one to stay up through the night
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| Even learn how to change diapers
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| And later on when you’re older I’d teach you about hard work
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| To never disrespect the woman ever
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| And to always put God first
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| I’d try to make him the smartest
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| To be strong yet cautious
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| I’d teach him 'bout the dirty streets
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| And how the world sees him as a target
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| If he wanted somethin and he earned it
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| I would get it if I could afford it
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| Anything that he perticipated in
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| I would be there for him to support him
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| At times I’ma be hard on him
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| Let him know how to live and plan good
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| Give him disipline and knowledge and
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| Advance as I navigate him into manhood
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| If I had a son
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| If I had a daughter
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| I’d thank God as I work harder
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| To try to be the best father
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| I’d raise em to be strong
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| To be wise and to be smarter
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| And not fall in a trap set by a world gone out of order
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| If I had a daughter
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| If I had a son
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| I’d teach’em responsibility
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| And I’d still let’em have fun
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| I’d give’em both a good name
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| They would never have to be ashamed
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| So when they have their own children
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| One day they’ll do the same
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| If I had a daughter
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| Everyday I’d be nervous
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| Scared to let her out my sight
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| Knowin how treacherous this world is
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| It would be hard not to spoil her
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| And treat her like a little princess
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| To see it everday would be a
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| Constant reminder that we been blessed
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| And it wouldn’t be no secret
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| I can’t lie I would be strict
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| Cause these slick fellas gunna be comin at her
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| Harder the older that she gets
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| I would try to guide and instruct her
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| Teach her why she should stay covered
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| Let her know that she can tell me anything
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| Good or bad I’ma still love her
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| And I’ma teach you how these dudes think
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| And show you how a real man would act
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| But any female stuff I’ma fall back
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| And let your momma handle that
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| I’d pack you around proud
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| Makin sure that everybody in the world knew
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| And teach you how to think for yourself
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| Never do what them other girls do
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| I’m always here when you need me
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| And I don’t ever have to ask ya why
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| And any guy that would ever try to violate you
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| He gunna have to die
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| Sometimes you gunna be upset
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| When you wanna go somewhere and I won’t let you
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| But I’m only doin what’s best to
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| Keep you out of trouble and protect you
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| If I had a son
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| If I had a daughter
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| I’d thank God as I work harder
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| To try to be the best father
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| I’d raise em to be strong
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| To be wise and to be smarter
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| And not fall in a trap set by a world gone out of order
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| If I had a daughter
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| If I had a son
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| I’d teach’em responsibility
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| And I’d still let’em have fun
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| I’d give’em both a good name
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| They would never have to be ashamed
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| So when they have their own children
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| One day they’ll do the same
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| If you got children cherish em
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| The experience might better you
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| Cause bringing new life in the world
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| Is the best thing you could ever do
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| Don’t take frustration out on em
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| Don’t abuse just because you was abused
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| Cause nine times out of ten
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| If they turn out bad it was cause of you
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| Don’t bail out when it gets rough
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| To neglect them is a lose of time
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| You might not have a bunch of money
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| But showin love don’t cost a dime
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| Baby momma or baby daddy
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| Might flip out, might cross the line
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| But both y’all got a child to raise
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| So petty beef, get it off your mind
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| The baby gunna suffer in the end
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| Understand it’s a whole lot to lose
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| Remember how happy both of y’all was
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| First day that you got the news
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| Goin to the doctor together
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| Ever month checkin how that waist look
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| Lay around pickin names out
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| Postin ultrasounds on facebook
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| You was underneth the same roof
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| Now she cussing you when you packin up
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| Tell me how can hate come from something
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| That was supposed to be a act of love
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| Y’all get it right, stop actin up
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| God made it so you oughta be elated
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| Cause there’s people like me who would love to see
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| My own seed and appreciate it
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| If I had a son
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| If I had a daughter
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| I’d thank God as I work harder
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| To try to be the best father
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| I’d raise em to be strong
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| To be wise and to be smarter
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| And not fall in a trap set by a world gone out of order
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| If I had a daughter
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| If I had a son
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| I’d teach’em responsibility
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| And I’d still let’em have fun
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| I’d give’em both a good name
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| They would never have to be ashamed
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| So when they have their own children
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| One day they’ll do the same |