[Verse 1: Propain]
[?] feeling out of place, [?]
But I heard they got Italian foods you gotta taste
Chandeliers in every table got a pasta dish
Dressed in suits, I swear this shit look like a mobster flick
(I'm Rick & I'll be here to serve & take your order
Would you like Red Wine? some liquor? maybe water?
The artichoke's delicious sir' & it's great for starters!)
I'm actually meeting someone here, I'll just wait to order
Matter fact I'll take some vodka when you bring that toast & --
Staring at the man, I just seen walk between them doors
The way my body froze out, you swear you think I seen a ghost!
So familiar, looking like someone I seen before
Same eyes, even nose, same size ring & clothes
Mama always told me that the first impressions mean the most
But I been waiting my whole fucking life to let these demons go!
My body numb as he approaches
I grew up in the slums with the roaches cause this bum left me hopeless!
No, standing at my door, just to fuck an eviction notice!
God damn mayne, let me gain my focus, fuck!
He walk up extend his hand, and look me in the eye
I accept, while tryna hide the evil in disguise!
Cause truth be told I wanna tell him come meet me outside!
Put a cannon to his temple, cocked, squeeze & watch you die!
(Hey, how've you been son?)
How I been?!
Man what the hell you mean?!
You don't know me!
How you act concerned for one you've never seen?!
Where the fuck was you when I was young & had to grow with fiends?!
House full of junkies mayne, I swear my crib was Medellín
It's all nightmares in the gutta, we don't ever dream, never smile!
(Shh, Shh, Shh, son, son)
Bitch you could get it too, & that's on everything!
I hate you nigga, I can't say it no other way!
(Whoah hey, calm down)
I hope you never live to see another day!
Nice to meet you ho!
[Verse 2: Propain]
I feel the pain as I enter the room
The sudden change of scene, got my mental confused
Looking hopeless & stiff in a tube
It seem like yesterday we met, today I live through a [?]
Looking up to God, am I missing the clues?
I hoped he die, but I didn't know that my wish would come true!
But then again as I'm looking at him full of drugs
That resent me, built up in me, was to pull the plug
I grew up lost & out of tone, tryna move with thugs
Anyone who took me in, funny what we do for love
Poor as shit, shoes looking like them hoes been through the mud!
Mama can't afford herself, fuck she suppose to do with us?!
No gifts for christmas, birthdays, no calls from you!
No pitch & catch, all that bullshit that a father do!
Word out, you got another son & a daughter too
But left me out to dry, bitch you wonder why my heart removed?!
But what if that's false?
What if that part confused?
What if mama lying, & just wanted me far apart from you?!
What if you was locked up, wrote me, but I ain't read the kite?
Wake yo' ass up dawg, don't leave me twice!
Knees starting to buckle
A face full of sickness
I'm acting like I'm perfect, all this fake shit I committed
All the lies that I done told, all these games I played with bitches
Who the fuck was I to judge?! I should be getting [?]
So that's the past now, [?]
Under thy father, it's in the bible, even if they ain't did shit
Could a been [?] for a few of them dollas
Never made it out that clinic
Now I stay with so much to say, but not too much time
& now it's too late . .
Happy Fathers Day!
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