$MARCx - Father Figure lyrics

(Denzel Washington from 'He Got Game' scene) [Intro] Now everybody from the 601, put your motherf***ing hands up and vibe with son I said, everybody from the 601, put your motherf***ing hands up! [Hook] Now understand I make mistakes, son, you know I ain't perfect I know I should have stuck around for you, cause you deserve it Now I can't make up for all of them lonely holidays But it's just something that I gotta say--SAVE IT!! Who the f** are you? Sincerely yours, your Father Figure Who the f** are you? Sincerely yours, your Father Figure Who the f** are you? Sincerely yours, your Father Figure I wouldn't steer you wrong, you my lil n***a! I MEAN THAT [Verse 1: $MARCx] Dear son, it's been a hot minute since I got sentenced So what's the word? I heard you tryna serve If I ain't taught you nothing I'll teach you violence Who knows? Maybe these prison walls will reunite us, if you ever need some guidance Don't never let no hater test your patience It's reputation over education, stay on your hustle f** school! That's time that's cutting into your pockets Let's be 100, it ain't like you getting into no college Drop out, make your Pops proud, follow in my footsteps It ain't too many real n***as like us in the hood left Don't let em lie to you and say you can sit in the President's seat Cause I ain't sh**, you ain't no better than me! Even our elders were failures, so what the hell you think you gone be? In a jail cell or on the streets, or deceased Face facts: You another statistic By the way tell your mother to visit because I miss her, your Father Figure [Hook] [Verse 2: $MARCx] Since the last time we talked, son, 4 months done pa**ed And I can't even get a letter, is that so much to ask? Now I wasn't ready to be a father, why should I kid myself? How the f** I'mma raise a baby? I was a kid myself! My childhood was a prison tour, liquor stores, pimps and who*es n***as on the corner slinging magic like it's Gryffindor Get up on your grind and all of this could be yours Talk less, and listen more because I been here before I remember when I was 13, a Granddaddy Purp fiend Amongst other things, dust & amphetamines Speeding, growing up so fast it's just a blur now I caught my 2nd strike the same time I had my 1st child You do the math, see I didn't choose the path That my teachers tried to put me on cause I was too cool for cla** I never needed a job, I used to read the Quran And then I asked myself "If there's a God then why we rob to beat the odds?" Creeping through the night in camouflage, breaking into cars No regard for life and caught a battery charge 3 strikes, and that's life. I won't never see the daylight I paid the price, take my advice. Sincerely yours, your Father Figure [Hook] **3rd hook cut short** Now understand I make mistakes, son, you know I ain't perfect I know I should have stuck around for you, cause you deserve it Now I can't make up for all of them lonely holidays But it's just something that I gotta say [Verse 3: DonBee] Save it Pops! Years ago, it was your block, but now it's ran by my Glock You been in jail, I just hope it ain't been no meat swapped! And for that reason we will never meet, we been dead broke Raised to play in dirt, why shoot back when you can shoot first? I see why you got caught, heard some sh** you had rehearsed You said I'd been k**ing rappers' dreams again so their re-hearsed And I free verse, music flowing through my veins like an IV You had been repping IV, but pa** that L on down to me So at birth when I was cursed, doctor slapped my a**, I'm cursed! I ain't going for that sh**, no one shall play me like a b**h So in some ways we the same, except they love to jam my sh** I lean back and spark my sh**, DonBee for President Take my Chance and get these presidents, and get my degree Walk across the stage limping, motherf** statistics Who the f** are you? You f**er you, you chose the streets And picked a substitute for parenting, apparently I can not listen....to you [Hook] © DonBee & $MARCx 2013