#Dear #Hip-#hop, Its me your foster child Im writing this cuz i feel we should sit and talk awhile It may sound like Im crazy, but i feel like your baby Spend more time with chu then my own folks so its just like you raised me You taught me to walk, said I should have swag Taught me how to dress, thats why I let my pants sag You taught me how to be a man like i aint have a dad You taught me how to talk, thats why my grammars bad You taught me self-defence, a little rule of thumb, you never wanna fight son, use a gun See when you use a gun you dont have to respect them, u can talk to them how you want then pull out and check em You told me women aint ish but hoes and tricks And never to love them just cut em move on and dip You never told me what to do if i slipped and had a kid All i remember is move on and dip And make it rain when she get on the pole and strip But if she respectable then why aint she suppose to trick(?) And if i see my brother get done wrong and just turn ur back and let it happen but dont you snitch You had me thinking heart and real were the same thing, like you real if you have the heart to kill and gang bang You never told me if I take his life, his pain is for a second but its forever present in his babys life You carried the spirit of banging across the nation, and they embraced it because you put it in song formation You taught me I dont need school I can rap, and while waiting for my music to move I can trap I used to wanna be one, you told me to hate the cops Now they can only beat and mistreat us cuz we aint the cops I thought you had my best interest, maybe not So Im writing this letter to tell u thanks alot
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 11:33:16 +0000
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