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I can’t, I won’t, I can’t, I won’t let you leave
I don’t know what you want, you want, want from me

Verse 1 (Mother’s Perspective)
Ugh, she said to him
I want you to be a father
He’s your little boy, and you don’t even bother
Like, brother without the aura and he’s starting to harbor
Cool on food for though but for you, he’s a starver
Starting to use red markers on his work
His teachers said they know he’s much smarter
But he’s hurt, used to hand his homework in first
Like he was the classroom starter
Burt in tears, let him know she serious (serious)
Now he’s fighting in class, got a note last week
That say he might not pass
Ask me if his daddy was sick of us
‘Cause you ain’t never pick him up
You see what his problem is
Is he don’t know where his papa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models
It’s making a hole and you’ve been digging it
Cause you ain’t been kicking it
Since he was old enough to hold bottles
He wasn’t supposed to get introduced to that
He don’t deserve to get used to that
Now I ain’t asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain’t sunny but it ain’t so hard
Just breaks my heart, when I try to provide
And he say, “mommy that ain’t your job.”
To be a man, I try to make him understand
That I’m his number one fan
But it’s like you born from the stance
You know the world is out to get him
So why don’t you give him a chance
It’s like…

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Verse 2 (Son’s Perspective)
Ugh, so he said to him
I want you to be a father
I’m your little boy, and you don’t even bother
Like, brother without the aura and I’m starting to harbor
Cool on food for though but for you, I’m a starver
Starting to use red markers on my work
My teachers say they know I’m much smarter
But I’m hurt; I used to hand my homework in first
Like I was the classroom starter
Burt in tears let him know he’s serious (serious)
Now I’m fighting in class, got a note last week
That say I might not pass
Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us
‘Cause you ain’t never pick me up
You see what my problem is
That I don’t know where my papa is
No positive mail role model
To play football and build railroad models
It’s making a hole and you’ve been digging it
Cause you ain’t been kicking it
Since I was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn’t supposed to get introduced to that
I don’t deserve to get used to that
Now I ain’t asking you for money or to come back to me.
Some days it ain’t sunny but it ain’t so hard
Just breaks my heart, when my momma try to provide
And I tell her, “That ain’t your job.”
To be a man, she try to make me understand
That she’s my number one fan
But it’s like you born from the stance
You know the world is out to get me
So why don’t you give me a chance

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