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[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin been wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin to moms, cause moms was the strongest
Cause daddy me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby brother my way
And home late every night
I used to hear him grabbin by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but sick as a
I to hide under the covers with my eyes closed
Cryin and hopin that daddy didn't trip
Cause momma already need in her top lip
daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her
And chairs against the wall every night, became a regular
I used to pray and hope that would die
Cause over nothin momma's a swoll up black eye
And at the end of my prayers, myself to sleep
All I could think about was MY DADDY
A rounded family, yo I don't know
The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby
Pops never gave me no props, just cheap
Say the wrong thing and I just might get
Cause I times when I asked for a quarter
And pops was on the verge of a voluntary
Always screamin the bills he had to pay
The story of his life, I thought about a
for his friends and spendin all his ends
on his women, his dope and binges
My brother, my mother and me got and fews
Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy
It even got so scandalous, had me spendin the night
takin graveyard
Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend
And I'm scared to my momma cause I might not live
I that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm just a victim of the of the broken home
Another sad face with the
Daddy die, God is my witness
For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her home
The reason that I wrote this
is for who can't or won't, I say it gladly
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, that you can't tell momma we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I don't care, I'm your -- boy you don't be talkin back"
"That right though."
"I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG YOU?"
"Yeah but my mom though, you can't do that."
"Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop little ass!"
[W.C.]
Thank you for givin birth to me, God knows
you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to with me
I know the last twelve years has been
You had two to play, momma and daddy as well
I'm for the times I brought trouble home
Without a daddy thought a lot I had to on my own
At the age of nine I start drinkin brews
And I even had to teach myself how to
And for my brother things wasn't no better see
To him I was the closest thing he had to daddy
him with his school and then taught him how to squab
Momma wasn't around, see she had three jobs
Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us the bills
Now we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was
Cause nowadays I mighta his cap
Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or
most of my life, in maximum security
But nah, cause be goin out just like a sucka
When I was young, pops told me I'd grow to be nuttin
They keep tellin me revenge is a so don't sweat
But everytime I of daddy I think of broke necks
Now, might say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop
This ain't a diss to father cause some fathers are cool
is a message from the Dub, that I had to include
To every kid on the Circle me, hurtin badly
Put up your middle and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, ass punk motherfuckin daddy!"