Hello, it's me, your only son Writing to you now because I haven't seen you in so long Even though we live in the same home You're the father that I've
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Hello, it's me, your only son Writing to you now because I haven't seen you in so long Even though we live in the same home You're the father that I'
on my doorbell So when I opened the door, and much more to my surprise Me and my pops was face to face Lookin' eye to eye (Hello, son) He said, "Son I
will forget the day A star's born, let's name him little scarface My first born and yo I'm a proud father I gotta son, I gots ta be my son's father And
The bias of the father runs on through the son And leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit At the face staring
and joy From God our Heavenly Father a blessed angel came And unto certain shepherds brought tiding of the same How that in Bethlehem was born, the Son
My father had dementia He lied in bed for months Once in a while he?d call me And ask me to fly down I told him that I?d love to But I had things to do
When was the last time That they heard you say Mother or father, I love you And when was the last time That they heard you say Daughter or son, I love
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain Every thing's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the
Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video, 'Never Too Much' The way she smile, her face look pretty, though Hands is soft, feet, no calluses Her father
they know us or somethin' Laughin', tellin' jokes by the thousands Two seconds ago they tried to send us to the mountains Leave my son without a father
'd get a little bit older and a little bit slower but It's all the same thing In this case manufactured by someone who's always/umpteen Your father's
the pain im never escapin the maybe i did to much to you you you by forsakin ya and now i see a reflection of you off my son Cuz he the same complexion
to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a mess but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit
I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh Your body is a mess but you're blessed With the Father, Son, Spirit
as much as momma Drama expected, like the nomination of Obama Kept me in my room, hiding out like Osama, Step father didn't dig it, They were shoveling dreams to an underage teen whose real father