[Verse 1 - Cashmere The Pro]
Dear Dad
Yeah it's me, surprised that I'm writin'?
Well not really, I'm sittin' at my computer just typin'
Heard you were sick
Would have found out last week had I called
But to be honest
I don't feel the least bad at all
Yeah I know that sounds fucked up but you made me like that
Look at my childhood, I can't believe you played me like that
You was never around, promises was all you resort
No child support not as much as a call to my moms
I went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips
Could go no where in school with no money for trips
Gettin' cracked on by honeys and shit
Strugglin'
That's why I don't listen to your lectures on hustlin'
Cause we had nothin'
Stuck in the hood always
And you refer to the 80s as the good ole' days?
Well they wasn't for me
I guess things went all your way
But I ain't done keep reading I got more to say
I know this all seems abrasive
But look what I'm faced with
Missed opportunities
Missed chances missed places
I looked at what others had and I couldn't get basic
Deprived of so much that's why I'm stuck with this hatred
I went through problem after problem thinkin' you wouldn't care
All simply because you wasn't there
Just promise to visit and sorry's couldn't redeem you
It probably would have been better if I would never had seen you
Cause then I wouldn't have a face to place with the lies
And the disappointment that infected our lives
I guess that's why I'm so bothered now
And want to hit a motherfucker sayin' you your father's child
So I gotta be keepin' the faith
For them three girls of mine and I won't be repeatin' mistakes
That you made with me cause I don't miss my past
And every third Sunday in June you can kiss my ass
Dear Dad
Yeah it's me, surprised that I'm writin'?
Well not really, I'm sittin' at my computer just typin'
Heard you were sick
Would have found out last week had I called
But to be honest
I don't feel the least bad at all
Yeah I know that sounds fucked up but you made me like that
Look at my childhood, I can't believe you played me like that
You was never around, promises was all you resort
No child support not as much as a call to my moms
I went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips
Could go no where in school with no money for trips
Gettin' cracked on by honeys and shit
Strugglin'
That's why I don't listen to your lectures on hustlin'
Cause we had nothin'
Stuck in the hood always
And you refer to the 80s as the good ole' days?
Well they wasn't for me
I guess things went all your way
But I ain't done keep reading I got more to say
I know this all seems abrasive
But look what I'm faced with
Missed opportunities
Missed chances missed places
I looked at what others had and I couldn't get basic
Deprived of so much that's why I'm stuck with this hatred
I went through problem after problem thinkin' you wouldn't care
All simply because you wasn't there
Just promise to visit and sorry's couldn't redeem you
It probably would have been better if I would never had seen you
Cause then I wouldn't have a face to place with the lies
And the disappointment that infected our lives
I guess that's why I'm so bothered now
And want to hit a motherfucker sayin' you your father's child
So I gotta be keepin' the faith
For them three girls of mine and I won't be repeatin' mistakes
That you made with me cause I don't miss my past
And every third Sunday in June you can kiss my ass
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