[Spoken intro]
I just thought it was appropriate to, uh
Just to give a shout out, or show my appreciation to all the fathers
Cause I hear a lot of rappers say or brag about not having kids but
Guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out to all the daddies
You know the real daddies, taking care of shit
[Verse 1]
This one’s for the skateboarders, emcees, b-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJs with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Always working, daddy’s gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flipping in the fucking kitchen
Just to get that check on Friday
So you could bring back home what was missing
Everyday is feed my kids day
End of the month is rent day
And if you don’t get back to work on time
They tax you for that month’s break
For the d-boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing crime
But you was only trying to put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that’s how we raised
And to the men feeding a friend's child
When that friend has passed away
I've got to say
I just thought it was appropriate to, uh
Just to give a shout out, or show my appreciation to all the fathers
Cause I hear a lot of rappers say or brag about not having kids but
Guess what? I do
So I'd like to send this record out to all the daddies
You know the real daddies, taking care of shit
[Verse 1]
This one’s for the skateboarders, emcees, b-boys like me
Street artists in magazines, DJs with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Always working, daddy’s gone
To the brick laying, dirt digging
Burger flipping in the fucking kitchen
Just to get that check on Friday
So you could bring back home what was missing
Everyday is feed my kids day
End of the month is rent day
And if you don’t get back to work on time
They tax you for that month’s break
For the d-boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
Doing time cause you was doing crime
But you was only trying to put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby J's
In the 80s, hey, that’s how we raised
And to the men feeding a friend's child
When that friend has passed away
I've got to say
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