My pops told me Charlie Parker was the man, bird flyin high over the land
Ain't force an instrument in my hand, though a musician himself
Guess he felt it wasn’t fair to imposition himself
Ironic my instrument would be myself
And I’m in it for love, but hope it position me for wealth
Cause my pops also told me the truth and that romance without finance is a nuisance
Taught me how to shoot even though I ain't go D1
Never been booked cause he taught me how to read one
Taught me that you gotta do for you what you need, son
And that pullin out won’t save you from pre-cum
And that family is first and that that loyalty extends from the birth to the hearse and beyond
You always try to make things work and that life is good even when it make things hurt
See, its great to have an idol, but when you so close to him you start to see the imperfections clear
I study most of em and then that’s when you start to notice em in you, and then you gotta focus in on growin to improve
And that’s probly the greatest gift you can give a son besides showin how to be a man and what isn’t one is lettin them see how they can be a different one
Trust that we watch way more than we listenin
And eryone don’t got a dad, let alone one amazin as the one I’ve had
So I’mma try to be one, cause seeds need to be sons if they gon grow into the men they could become
And life ain't a Cosby show rerun, shit ain't all sweet, family ain't perfect
Sometimes the rhythm’s offbeat, but I think it’s worth it
Shoutout to fatherhood, the most honorable service
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