[Verse 1]
I would like to have a daughter when I grow up
To show her she's a queen and hope she don't get beat-
-down by thepressures of lesser standards of deep
That just wanna chain her up to an image she can't keep
I hope she can see past the lies
That her beauty is only suiting for a masters tile
Enslavement from vainness of a ma** denial
Who went from a saint since to a ba*tard child
And it's so crazy how she's past her style
Accommodating for dating with half a smile
That's faking for shading of her natural vile
Afraid of no mating that could last a while
And I can't even make a tactic trial
She's got to learn on her own but I could bat the rifle
Man I'm playing but face it I wouldn't bat an eyeball
To put his face on the payment if he bats her eyes closed
[Verse 2]
I would like to have a daughter when I grow up
So she sees all her dreams are not streamed by a ring
I just want to give her self esteem
Teach her love people, not things
To not be a selfish being envying
In between being loving and the means of being free
Teach her philosophies because the schools ain't teaching these
Like logic
Do people even know their fallacies to call it
When politicians pitch it to victims to fill they're pockets
I say victims not "ignorants"
Cause ignorance been given connotations to make it something it isn't
Ignorance is just a lack of knowledge
We've all got it, doll it doesn't mean stupid when I use it, que the concept
Beauty's not an object
It's caused by people watchingand it changes with every view who uses different eyelids
And if you ever lose your sight kid then my liquids will drip then from the ones that I give
[Verse 3]
I don't know if I should have a daughter when I grow
Can I be a proper King so she sees what to leave
When she's cheated by their lust and greed
Or will she look at my example and think that sampling women isn't cheap
Will she blur what's charm and deceit
After watching me copping flings that are obsolete
Will she follow my shot up dreams as she hops in sheets
And lose a man who's a mandarin to her tangerine
Or is that better than a romantic panicking about her man of dreams
Why is he absent been asking since I was seventeen
I just hope you hold me warily
Do not follow in the shadow I'm still battling