Broken Homes

Broken homes Mothers getting left alone My ass should know I did it to my fucken own Right or wrong, either way its in the past Late night I hear echos of them saying “Dad.” What have I done Man I miss my fucken son My oldest daughter Can’t forget about my little one Are problem solved, Nah, they’re still the same I argue with their bitch ass mom Every other day Its like we’re reading a page Up on the same book Ill be the bad guy in the story Label me the crook You try calling your daughter up every afternoon To ask the same fucken question “How’d you do in school” Was it cool did you learn something new Daddy’s busy all the time and its all for you Sad but true one day you’ll realize That every other choice was to make things right. I sacrificed everything I had not to mention Sold drugs just to be a good dad By the first shit I cooked all my dough And taxed foos around the twenty if my ass was short I aint perfect but lord just know I’m trying All the loved ones are the numbers that your calling “why” I understand we all have to go but why’d you take lil wino and drowsy loks, Big bullet, duende, are we cursed The day I leave put my Daytons on my fucken hurst The ones Ive hurt f*ck you aint nothing changed Better pray we don’t meet at your judgement day Theres only two ways the good or bad I try to laugh around my boys Deep inside I’m mad Pop that bottle as I reminisce The good times with the ones that I surely miss Even though you’re gone your memory lives on They say the good die young guess I’m here for long Or could it be I got a guardian angel You took care of your boy without asking a favor Everyones full of greed not me Ill cut a meal up in half so we both can eat A couple months before Before I had a home I was in hotel rooms bouncing back and forth With a few pair of clothes and the one on me Sometimes I would arrive so my fam could sleep Im From the ghetto elopers even grind for theirs Most G’s I know hustle and the ratchets do hair Take pride on how you grind and whatever you do Late night with crackheads and the rest of them foos I don’t look at the time I stay on my grind My ex bitch wanna trip cause I never arrived