Correction Paroles Young Boy par King Iso

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Lately feelin' nothing but just manic
Puff another blunt so I can jump up off the planet
Spacing out from worship while I'm purging up this canvas
I hope and pray to God one day my son can understand it
Damn it, I just wonder what's the f*cking chances
For me to rid me of this pain enough I tuck and cram it
And he's the reason I do not give up, I'm up and standing
And never let him see my pain and cover up the bandage
What if I said I planned you but your mother wasn't planning
Fresh up out the jail and I had nothing but a sandwich
Psych meds had me fat and ugly, something frantic
I just wanted someone who could love me but she panicked
Said I had her back but she ain't want me but advances
Said we could make it could work but she ain't want me
Was I damaged?
I was sick and held it down enough it was bananas
Made me feel disgusted out in public underhanded
She said a ton of stuff that got me took me from ya fam kid
So when I say you're mine, just say what's up then up and vanished
They prolly think that I don't do enough, well f*ck the antics
And if they try to turn you on me son, just understand this
I come from having nothing, now I'm something, look at Pam's kids
And when I'm on the road and now you wonder where your dad is
I sacrifice so you do one for nothing on the damn list
And when I die you'll have a little something for my grandkids

So whenever your daddy's dead and gone
Don't ever let nobody ever tell you wrong
'Cause I was out here working all alone
Just know your daddy did it for you young boy
And just know that I want you to be strong
'Cause everything I went through was alone
That's why I had you baby in my room
I never knew my daddy as a young boy

Looking at you smiling while you play yo daddy Xbox
You're my reason love and when you leave I'll feel my chest rock
Never knew my real father shoutout to my step-pops
Talk about what I went though with him my nigga let's not
Nothing to identify with hanging like a dread lock
Head hot, like the Devil got me in a headlock
This is something way more than just making peoples' head nod
Writing this while drowning in some liquor on my desktop
When I think about you all my pumps will be in dead stop
Pull the pistol from my head don't wanna make the lead pop
Even though your mama make it hard for me to stress nah
I won't disrespect her I'll just hop onto the next spot
All I want for you is just for you to have the best watch
Even though sometimes the rogue is what we get in bedrock
I will always be there for you disagree you better not
I was homeless feeding you when I ain't have a red hot
I was in the streets and hoping one day I don't get shot
Your mama kicked me out but she would still come through to get guap
I would give it to her, I'm just trying to be the best pops
And I could never be a deadbeat I'd rather dead drop
So when you see me on the TV with a guest spot
And when I'm crewing on the road until the check drop
It doesn't matter what they think of me I guess not
I'm looking at your pictures rolling past a rest stop

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