ayo dad I dont got the answer and I can't call it and I don't understand why God gave you Cancer Your my dog dad till death and even after that I got you to the very last after breath you never missed a basketball game that's a fact taught me things like that's a gat hold it tightly son that's a hair pin trigger squeeze it ever so slightly see that dude talking to the cop that's a rat taught me street lessons told me heed warnings but all i ever do is work a nine to five and see foremans my papi been a soldier since, Vietnam black beret cut his own fingers off and he aint never fold or flinch my dad taught me pain was nothing but a mental issue learn to deal with it just bite your teeth like it's some dental tissue theres no such thing as a victim theres just volunteers inflicted pain through time my mind drift through falling tears It's all father like son ****, like son **** I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you? It's all father like son ****, like son **** I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you? I don't know how to say it the words aint deep enough you've been there since day one if anyone want beef with us you would let us fight our own fights you knew the streets were tough you prepared me real good bailed me out and always kept your word just like the real would you was real and nothing but for sure I turn the heat up on foes and close the oven shut live for everyday like it's my last that aint nothing what you kept me real grounded never gassed me or pumped me up bought me my first pair of Jordans although you can't afford them I see the calluses from all that shit your hands were holding a 9 to 5 for you was more like living 9 to 9 I should've followed your lead instead of living crime to crime I wish that I could take back couple of times but I can't so I reminisce and write a couple of rhymes the way I feel about you I can't describe in a couple lines were both soldiers military salute through the troubled times It's all father like son ****, like son **** I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you? It's all father like son ****, like son **** I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you? I love my pops cause he taught me how to be a man showed me how to settle beef and handle problems with my hands told me always work hard but don't forget about you fam follow what your heart says just make sure that you got a plan told me that this life was hard, always put your faith in god trust yourself and no one else to many trying to play the part he said pursue the art and only do what's in your heart watch out for those fakes and frauds their preying that you take a loss I remember way back kicking around a soccer ball when I was learning how to walk your arms would never let me fall always had the time to talk whenever I would make a call had my back against the wall because of you I'm standing tall until the curtain call always be the first to brawl break a jaw and break the law for papi I would give it all without you I can't live at all your everything inside my life always taught me wrong from write I thank you for the great advice It's all father like son ****, like son **** I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you? It's all father like son ****, like son **** I'd die for you dad empty that gun clip, that gun clip I'd live for you, breath for you, ride for you ride for you, smile for you, why the **** I'd cry for you?

I'm sitting back thinking on my recollections it's funny how life can show light and change perceptions I was a lowlife, lonely with no dirrection sleeping on park benches stuck in a deep depression out at night busting heads open with rusty wrenches Until I went right and learned from my many lessons on the turnpike, burning another session clutching weapons like countdown to armageddon I'm praying to go confessing to the reverend hoping my soul aint destined for hell's entrance the violence was senseless, the anger was endless the search for answers only left me with more questions why was I born and what's my purpose I think to myself as I write this in cursive and spit verses that bring the truth to the surface mc's getting taxed for their goods and services I'm like Ryu, hittin dudes with a burning fist scorching flesh with the heat of a million furnaces ya'll aint grimey, or dirty as the germs I spit so stop whining about life and just learn from it I spit that 8bit Shit, Pop in the Cartridge, were taking the rap game for hostage sowing seeds with knowledge we aint going nowhere, till were reaping the harvest x2 I'm moving forward, about to beat another stage mc's are wasting their quarters, while we run the game I've been coping with pain, since a younger age trying to turn the page in my life but couldn't stop the rage smoking haze everyday just to ease the pain putting thc in my brain to keep me sane I tried to change but my efforts were all in vain losing my way drinking cases of liquor by the day I need to break free and leave from this evil place but i'm tied to this shit like a needle and lace the streets aint safe, there's people that beat on your face and leave you bleeding, sleeping till you never awake I made an escape and left town without a trace flying through the sky like super man without a trace looking back on my 8bit days, I would play NES till my eyes were glazed I spit that 8bit Shit, Pop in the Cartridge, were taking the rap game for hostage sowing seeds with knowledge we aint going nowhere, till were reaping the harvest x2 Why I always gotta be there when trouble happen sometimes you gotta get kicked and punched like double dragon before you realize life's pitfalls it's too late when bullets hit your face like spitballs the cops can't creep, nah as long as walkie talkies on we pack we in barrels and move it just like donkey kong The courts are too expensive I can't afford the truth fly as a fuckin plane but get killed like 1942 nobody did it for me so why would I step in and help ya live and die by the sword like the legend of zelda cmon, my life's been tough the pain's been real the pressure gets pressed to your chest like blades of steel my clicks always puffin on the best northern lights or big buds movin work knee deep in the dirt like dig dug angerville, we coming from ontario's gutters conscious thought and fortunato super mario brothers