CunninLynguists - Family Ties Lyrics
f/ Cashmere the Professional* send corrections to the typist[Cashmere The Professional]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 sickWould have found out last week had I calledBut to be honestI don't feel the least bad at allYeah I know that sounds *****ed up but you made me like thatLook at my childhood, I can't believe you played me like thatYou was never around, promises was all you resortNo child support not as much as a call to my momsI went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skipsCould go no where in school with no money for tripsGettin' cracked on by honeys and shitStrugglin'That's why I don't listen to your lectures on hustlin'Cause we had nothin'Stuck in the hood alwaysAnd you refer to the 80s as the good ole' days?Well they wasn't for meI guess things went all your wayBut I ain't done keep reading I got more to sayI know this all seems abrasiveBut look what I'm faced withMissed opportunitiesMissed chances missed placesI looked at what others had and I couldn't get basicDeprived of so much that's why I'm stuck with this hatredI went through problem after problem thinkin' you wouldn't careAll simply because you wasn't thereJust promise to visit and sorrys couldn't redeem youIt probably would have been better if I would never had seen youCause then I wouldn't have a face to place with the liesAnd the disappointment that affected our livesI guess that's why I'm so bothered nowAnd want to hit a mother*****er sayin' you your fathers childSo I gotta be keepin' the faithFor them three girls of mine and I won't be repeatin' mistakesThat you made with me cause I don't miss my pastAnd every third Sunday in June you can kiss my ass[Hook]Scratched - "And I could feel it as a child growin' up" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi'[DJ Kno]Many moon have cycled since the night you decidedto break out late and fade out into the silenceFirst born son still playin' in his diapersLeft behind yaKinda thought I'd never find yaBut guess what?The human being you had deemed a mistakeIs now staring you in your faceIt's a disgrace the way I was treatedShit, you probably wish I got caught in the condom when my pops skeetedWell ***** that I buck back all oddsAnd stuck straight through your facade of camouflageYou ain't my momYou ain't nothin' but a heartless *****I'm starting to switchDon't even start this shitTryin' to fabricate facts that my dad kidnapped meIt can't be nothin' but lies to try to trap meIn face hePacked me to Cali in '84We found your crib but you never came to the doorWouldn't answer the phone but you had to be homeTragedy sewnYo, you had to know you were wrongReminisce and it's not surprisingGrew up so broke I thought the poverty line was the horizonMany nights and days we stayed in shacksPops breakin' his backFaded ass packs of food stampsBut karma's a double edge swordSo thanks for letting me borrow your *****in' umbilical cord[Hook]
