This coming from your only son
I just wanna strengthen that bond
At times I done made you cry
It might have shortened my days
And you’d scream that I’ve gotta face the fire
Ain’t trying to make up new excuses
But this world produces so much pain it just strains the nooses
If I could do it all over again I might still give in
To the pressures cause the world’ll stress ya
I’m tryin’ hard to forgive my father
Pray to God I can, maybe one day we can start again
Granddaddy left my grandmomma when my momma was five
A married woman had him shot in the back, paralyzed
It’s crazy how the world revolves, people involved
I pray it might not be off in the steeple of God
But I know He understand me still
And even if He doesn’t, He know all this what I’m sayin’ is real
My two beautiful daughters
Who woulda thought of me as a daddy
Wishin’ you both stayed with me, one happy family
Miss you so much when I’m out on the road
How much? Well God only knows
I’m tryin’ to make a better life for ya
So I can buy something nice for ya
I learned I had to sacrifice for ya
I don’t get to see you much as I wanna
When I do, I can’t stay, I missed your first day at pre-K
My baby girl startin’ to walk
I probably won’t even hear her first words when she start to talk
Things like this eat at my heart, tear up my soul
Hopefully you’ll both understand as you get old
Learn as I go along, I was just a kid myself in the world so alone
But you the reason I live and you the air I breathe
Nothing else would matter as long as you lovin’ me
- Bohagon, “Walk a Mile” (from the album “Georgia Durt”)
It’s hard on the yard, I’m all alone in the struggle
I can’t trust these hoes, your best friends be your foes
No one to talk to, better watch what you say
‘Cause as fast as you tell ‘em shit, them hoes be on the freeway
Face it, you got a dream your ass better chase it
Nigga givin’ you problems? Have that nigga replaced
Excuses to fight you every time your light’s due
And as soon as you in another nigga chest, they stressed
Fuck ‘em, I ain’t the nice type or the wife type
I ain’t one of them bougie chicks, I’m a rude bitch
Fuck your family, and your phoney-ass mammy
All up in my shit tryin’ to watch what you hand me
I had this shit way before I even met your ass
I keep a house, and a car, and some cash
For when I’m ready to leave yo’ ass
I can’t trust you, that’s why I keep some shit you can’t take
And that’s a hustler...
I mean, you hurt a bitch so bad I wanted to do you
I mean, you hurt a bitch so bad I wanted to use voodoo
And bury your name, but that ain’t my game
I was willing to do anything to ease that pain
We’ve been through too much, made too many bucks
Touched too many blocks, had too many niggas shot
For the shit to just drop
It’s the latest talk in the nail shop
Everybody knows, I could just hear them hoes
Chicks I used to ride with, can’t even confide with
That shit bothers me, I wanna bleed them hoes’ arteries
I don’t feel safe no more
You don’t need the keys to the safe no more
You ain’t trust your boosters the time I busted you
You won’t let me load your clip or hide your bricks
You don’t trust me with accounts and books and shit
But you trust me with your life ’cause every night I cook, fuck nigga...
Act three, let me see if I could sum it up
Every credit card you had, I tried to run it up
And every time we fucked, nigga, I hated it
And every time I said I busted nuts, well I faked it
Every key you left unguarded, yeah, I scarred it
And you don’t know cut, even Bo knows blow from blow-up
When your spot fell off, I stayed up in the malls with fraud
Makin’ sure we eat and makin’ sure shit sweet
Started flippin’ your riches, got too big for your britches
Stayed up in them titty bars with them sick bitches
And your homeboys? Crackers got ‘em singin’ like birds
Told them boys where you serve and where you stash your work
Same niggas you be rollin’ with be skimmin’ that green
When you ain’t home they be beggin’ to get up in my denim
It ain’t my fault I got legs with bows in ‘em
A petite chick with a sweet clit and C-cups to make you nut quick
‘Cause you ain’t never had a bitch like me, like O
That could spit like me, with that ass in a 6 like me
Hold it down through your B-I-D
Honestly, you had the best of me - but you’s an enemy
- Jacki-O, “Sleeping With the Enemy” (from the album “Poe Little Rich Girl”)
What if I broke our monogamous agreement
What if I told you I lied but didn’t mean it
What if my one mistake
Had the potential to break
Up our happy home
Would you wanna know
What if I confessed it and though she didn’t mean nothing since it happened
You’re thinking about leaving
What if I suppressed it
And made a vow to never mess with another
Is it cool for me to smother the facts
Is it cool for me to cover my tracks
If you’d never know
Or would me not being honest hurt you more?...
What if I told you that I had a confession
What if said four years ago when we were arguing
He came to comfort me and I wound up pregnant
And I just can’t say for sure
If the baby’s yours
What if I confessed it and it turns out not to be your baby after you get tested
And it destroys what we’ve been blessed with
What if I suppress it cause technically you’re the baby’s daddy anyway
Is it wrong for me to want you to stay
Would you rather have me tear you away
From the only family you know
Or is this just too big a secret to keep it on the low
- Lyfe f/ Erin, “Hypothetically” (from the album “268-192”)
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