Fatherless

Man, I cannot call it Would all my workaholics put they cellphones on silent for a second? See, he was working on his second degree and child Money tight, gotta work a second job for a while The call finally came, his appointment's at 9 There's an opening in management and he's next in line The job of his dreams but with a couple all-nighters And some 20-hour flight to London time to time And he had one thought as he left the building: He could raise his salary or his children He could choose what's right or what's easy What's good or what's God You could lose six figures but play catch in the yard And with no complaints, he commits to strolling to his home Just to scoop up that two-year-old blessing And never mind stressing over size of the kitchen 'Cause history don't give out no honorable mentions Listen, Pop, just stay home 'Cause in the suburbs now they say they feel the same way And them white kids be cutting themselves to numb the pain And it got me thinking it can't just be our living situation When nobody's satisfied, somebody robbed this generation When those who have it all would give it all to get what we got And we who got nothing sell our souls and rocks And you can find 'em in the weed spot And to our shame The one place that every race is equal and unashamed And for opposite reasons with the same needs to the core You can look 'em in the eyes, they nursing the same sores There's no daddies, no home training Look what love gave us War and kamikazes and Jihad But think how far would you go to please God? Please, God, the single parent home It ain't a problem of the hood His pop trade stocks, his pop sling rocks Equally murdering both of our people And in the name of financial gain We justify leaving our sons to be raised by these mosh pits Or these guns Please, Pop, just stay home