[Beanie Sigel]

Damn how am I gonna say this shit?

hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy

remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap



I remember being kicked out the house

'cause I looked just like you

Said I'd be nothing but a crook

just like you

The niggaz in the hood was shook

Where the just like you

'Cause all they said was little whitey look

I'm just like you

But dog I can't see it at all, shit

We never kicked it at all

We never pitched or kicked at a ball

dog, you never taught me shit

how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat

none of that sorts of shit

Nigga you was an abusive pops

fuck you left me out to dry, stuck

gotta teach news to box

gotta teach news to bop

and that aint the half of it man

I gotta teach news to block

It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)

sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons

how they grew to be men and father they sons

father they daughters

nigga, you left a fatherless daughter

I never follow your orders

nigga you make me sick

pussy you could....ooh

how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind

I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom

I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9

put it in my palm when I was young

and said that would be mine, you turned me out

the reason why I hit the block

reason why I tried to hit them cops

reason why I started hittin shots

reason why I started gettin licked

and drinkin syrup and skippin court

ginger bread man never think of gettin caught

look at your hand man damn you fought

nigga you left my mom

left us with no good-bye's

you left us out to dry

you left us with no letters,