When'd a 12 year old get so grown
he could walk up outta school and roam the streets on his own
No fear a consequence when he return home
Mom bring it up he tell her leave me alone
Even worse he tell her shut the f up
Kiss his Black suttin it ain't from the neck up
Juvenile is next up cuz all he do is mess up
And he all in the street scene tryin to pull his rep up
Lil Gangsta but he ain't got no O.G.'s pullin him aside droppin math tryin to sew seeds
Only motivation in life he know to blow trees
Youngin blowin kisses at the passin by police
An outlaw but his life should be about more
His pop left when he was 6 thats when it got raw
His grandpappy said the boy he needed doctor
Cuz at the rate he was headin sure to make the cops draw

Aint a father to my style
But aint a father to the child
And they wonder why these girls gone wild
And its 2am but theres kids on the block goin blow
Makin momma proud
Aint a father to my steez
Nor a father to these seeds
And they wonder why these girls not V's
Cuz it 10:15 and shorty left the block wit a clown
Makin mama proud


My boy anonymous
the worst a what a father is
Jumpshot crossover hops attract colleges
To this day we left to wonder what the problem is
Could handle rock could handle pill but couldn't seem to handle biz
Didn't take long for honeybun and him to have a kid
In terms a bein tied down philosophy was rather live
Treat his baby moms and his daughter like they had the hiv
Elders all gossip disappointed how sad it is
He hit me up on facebook described his life fabulous
Thinkin to myself Got damn what kinda man is this
Got the nerve to feast while ya own blood famishes
As if his own life couldn't vouge for the damages
And its all so average
Never thought my peeps would turn to soap box characters
American man you so scandolous
Hope the next generation mature from ya'll amateurs


A Ma I know you mad he don't Love you
And that breakup caused you all kinds a trouble
And he done moved on and got a new cuddle
But you ain't gotta blame it on ya child now does you?
You actually had a man who offered his support
But you so quick to throw a tantrum and threaten court
After all the battle royales that you done fought
When its all said and done guess who g come up short
Ya seed and she too young to plead
She aint got the courage yet to tell you what she need
And you gon fill her head up wit a story bout her father a reflection of the drama that had forced the man to leave
Maybe you should toke a lil tree
Give u some perspective missin somethin you should see
By the time she grow to be knock kneed
She gon need a father not to follow but to lead