| This is business never personal like Erick and Parrish
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| Jumped out the window for my kinfolks, and I cherished the marriage
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| It got Hotter than the cocoa we were Sharing in Paris
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| Guess it’s hard to keep ya bearings when you stare at a savage
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| Eyes bloodshot
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| Tried to imagine what I would say
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| But knew Nothing could prepare me for what would happen today
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| The decision i put off but I knew I would have to make
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| But it doesn’t mean that it’s easy
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| I’ve tried to grapple with fate
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| I’ve Seen humans create
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| I’ve soaked up they pain
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| Let it flow through these veins
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| Like a subway train
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| As I struggle for the will to write
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| Lacking emotion it’s just the way of a viltrumite
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| Knowing as it gets closer, don’t wanna Kill tonight
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| But you basically came from me so you feel me right…
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| Son you feel me right?
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| You don’t have understand where I’m from
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| Hate to Abandon my son
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| But this had to be done
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| Gone
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| I wish there was a handbook Or a how-to manual
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| On what to do when the unimaginable is tangible
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| And takes what’s esoteric and |
| Makes it so Understandable
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| But there’s not, so I got no clue on how to handle you
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| Like animals, survival instinct just takes over
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| I’m bloody with face fractures, my eyes so glazed over
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| Tryna master my emotions like a slave owner
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| A bout of epic proportions they felt some states over
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| I heard, Pride happens before the fall
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| A constant reminder like blood splattered up on the wall
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| Cause I recall the younger days when I was Getting on your nerves
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| To you giving me the talk, when I was Sitting on the curb
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| Fast forward to you telling me they get what they deserve
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| You’re the only one who hurt me
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| And you did it with your words
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| You told me not to bring the losses or the victories
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| But you don’t understand what it did to me
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| I love you pop |