| My papa was my hero I was always by his side
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| When I acted out of pocket he would always let it slide
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| I can’t say all the time, I took a couple L’s
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| He went upside my head when I was putting him through hell
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| His first heart attack, I was 6 years old
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| They ain’t let me near the hospital, that shit too cold
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| So I waited by the door hoping he would get home
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| And I was scared that he would die and we’d be left all alone
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| And I remember that when mommy brought you home I was quiet Showing you the
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| things around the crib like you forget 'em
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| The doctors told me you would be good if you would chill
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| So stop smoking stoges pop, you know they make you ill
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| But you ain’t want to listen, you was always being stubborn
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| And that’s the type of shit you let slide when you love 'em
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| You ain’t changed your diet and you stayed smoking Winstons
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| You can’t make a strong-willed man change his vision
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| Sometimes you think something is when it isn’t
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| He was gonna die and that was his decision
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| I could never do the same in this condition
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| He left three sons and a wife in that position
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| The ones we hurt when we leave
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| The lies we live and believe
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| You got to learn to step up
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| And be the man that they trust
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| Ten years old, they telling me that my father dead
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| What the fuck was going through my father head
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| He ain’t think his youngest need his father
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| Had a million chances to change but didn’t bother
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| It’s like he ain’t love me enough to live
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| Or choose something to make an adjustment for his kids
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| And you ain’t think you dyin' gon' divide us
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| And you ain’t think a ten-year-old boy needed guidance
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| Ain’t nobody talking, just bottle it up inside us
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| And shit could turn ugly when there’s no one there to guide us
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| It’s all good, I still love you, I forgive you
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| But that ain’t gon' be something my son is gon' live through
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| He ain’t gonna lose me the way I lost you
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| 'Cause doing that to him is just something I couldn’t do
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| I had to change the way I was living 'cause I was you
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| The same hard head and the same world view
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| I had to do a 180 and get my shit together
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| When you a mess, pop, it’s hard to get your shit together
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| But I ain’t living for myself now, it’s all for him
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| And I’m trying to be everything that you should have been
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| The ones we hurt when we leave (Oooh)
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| The lies we live and believe (Oh the lies)
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| You got to learn to step up (You goooot to do it)
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| And be the man that they trust (I got to be the maaan now)
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| The ones we hurt when we leave (Ooh yea)
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| The lies we live and believe (??)
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| You got to learn to step up (Oooh you got to do)
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| And be the man that they trust |