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