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"Dear Father" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album Mo Money In The Bank: Part Three - Ca$hing In, released 19th September 2004. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1] Analyze the way that I walk, check out my outfit Notice the bulge in my sweater, it’ll come out quick I distance myself from niggas that ain’t about shit My niggas overreact, so don’t let your mouth slip I’m drinking, thinking, smoking, toking, trying to maintain That revved me up, now it’s time to put on my A-game My environment’s paranoid ever since aids came You fuck around, get real skinny and lose your braids mane I’m in that California product, got that backwood My mixtapes are better than most albums, I’m that good If I thought it, I smoked it, and said it and meant it No one’s innocent, you either broke the law or you bent it Home of the cop killers in broke down houses Your typical influences, no one knows where the child is [Chorus] Dear father, I’m asking for your hand Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya [Verse 2] The little kids cry where I’m at, and they gotta carry books Cause mama used the book bag money to buy crack Besides that, niggas still hate out they mouth fast Now look around, there more me’s than Dré from Outkast The system ain’t shit, we oughta laugh The police’ll handcuff a nigga then ask for a autograph You assume that you’re bigger, till I flip out and put the metal on your face like the St. Lunatics nigga I got my vest - ON. I got my strap - ON My nigga fall down in the mix, I’m going back - FOR HIM Now my stats - GROWN, bitches know who I am I hit the stage, pop the rubber band, and throw en a grand And- I’m in that tan Lamb, blowing on that green grass .40-cali’ on me cause the dash got a mean stash Don’t let the industry him, take over Queens fast The illest motherfucking team ask [Chrous] Dear father, I’m asking for your hand Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya [Verse 3] Whats popping little nigga? Come here - Let me spit in your ear Don’t you want some of the foul shit that goes on here? Yeah? - It’ll take some time, so you should pull up a chair While we - start with them stupid motherfuckers right there It’s seldom that they’re alone, they’re usually in a pair They’ll be standing on that corner, two in the morning with that beer Trying to pitch off some product, to get some gear And they’re baby mamas still riding the bus, and can barely afford the fare No replacements in here, we change faces every year So nobody’ll miss em in the event they disappear But it wasn’t always like that, they slipped off the right track Bucked into a road block, on a one-way full of gun play You bitches want it one day, but I’d rather it be sooner Keep it dirty in circle, don’t get added to a rumor And to the average consumer, it might seem harsh But this is how the bullshit starts [Chorus] Dear father, I’m asking for your hand Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya
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