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Our children grow -And can find some space to grow Our children grow Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you hear me now? Papa, can you hear me? (can you turn me up a little bit?) Papa, can you hear me? Now Child is the father of man My mother chose a child to come and father a man I've never even seen a hippopotamus dance It's gotta be a dream to think that I'd get a chance Two niggas from the ville Not certain that they know eachother Two different years I wanna put them both together Guess I gotta start with this Ving Rhames motherfucker From the very start I can see a change in my mother Project baby Still a baby in his mind Can't make no money So he tryna take from mine Courthouse marriages Letras de cancionesThey couldn't waste time Time waits on no man He couldn't even father time The spontaneity is paining me That's how my mother nature Naturally this number hated me Look what our father gave us No hero No father figure Just a bothered nigga Dine upon my brand new TV Just to spark it with ya Man child asking step son for a hand out Man, how is this my example of a man now? Manhandling women Wanna get your demand out Fuck father, you less than a man You a damn coward Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you hear me now? Papa, can you hear me? (Now) Papa, can you hear me? Now Child is the father of man As a man, the child in me saw a father in him The first impression didn't do a lot for the man But after that I truly seen an honest attempt Number two tell the truth He had the family comfortable Lovable [?] Did a lot in a short while to make my mother smile Gave me the ring Like hold it down That's why I fuck with you Tears in my eyes I can't lie, I was proud as fuck Parties at the crib Can't nobody get as loud as us Showing me all you need is love And you can pile it up Then I seen a shift in his buzz A few sign them ups Passed it, and now I see the first impressions back again Cleaning up the crib No more bottles in the cabinet Caught him in my room Hiding bottles in my mattress Found him on the bench a couple times What is happening? Traumatized as a child The man can't cope Sat him down to talk [?] Damn, who would've thought? Another man turned joke Cries every night from my mama Staying woke Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you hear me now? Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you hear me? Kids, now I ain't gonna take no mess I ain't gonna take no mess Kids, sing I ain't gonna take no mess I ain't gonna take no mess Papa, my life changed With a grin Papa, my light seen Then again Papa, my life changed With a grin Papa, my light seen Then again Child is the father of man You had a child and failed to be a father to him I mean, why bother giving a father when you outing to him? Providing to him? Describing my honor to be a bother to him Honest attempts at being better When you had learned what it meant to me But I gotta question why abandonment was meant for me Never called Even on my birthdays, especially Crazy when considering your birthdays is next to me Oh father, why has thou forsaken me? I used wish you were a father impatiently I know that wish is the father of thought But if my father had brought Love and guidance early on What would it make of me? All I ever wanted was attention from you I used to have dreams of how to put my tension to use Tell you the truth It's probably best that we met when you grew Not an excuse in retrospect If I knew what I knew Now You was too wild to change for a new child A victim to your childhood A victim to a shootout A victim irresponsible A victim of unused power A victim that my mama knew A victim that was too proud Pride is the father of the ego Knew so many victims where we from And only few good people When my grandfather died You came right when I needed you With my siblings by your side Making love more feasible Cus child is the father of man The father of my mother was a father to him Was jealous when I learned you was a father to them But I know you had to grow to be a father for them Let it run When I was young staying at 590 Osborne street to be exact Right there by the [?] Between [?], Brownsville And even after moving to Atlanta I let a lot of hatred fester in my heart for my father Or the lack thereof And I learned since then that wasn't a proper use of my power Given I never had a good example of how to use power And display responsibility Look into my friends, cousins And even the TV screens To figure out how to become a man But my hero, my true hero The father of my mother Showed me how How to learn from your mistakes What a power trip does to you What reflection does for your growth I just hate that I didn't realize that until Now From Letras Mania