My Father’s Son

[JimmyWiz: Verse One]
Pardon the sign, I feel lost in my thoughts/
Head is flooded with the rage, but see, they love that of course/
Heard they crying about the teachers and the stuff that they taught/
Man I came straight from the bleachers, where there's dust off my court/

They tell me play fair, hurt by all the odds I shoulda stayed there/
Fear of having kids and see em grow up in a day care/
Like; daddy busy.. All he figured was he ain their/
And all I'm tryna do is make sure that they Don't rock the same pair/

IAnd now figured how my pops must have felt/
A dirty hand baby, these are all the cards he was dealt/
See, I'm tryna be a man, remain honest to self/
I Bet it hurts me in the long run tryna pocket the wealth/

But it's okay though, challenges of life turned me an A-Whole/
Learnt to walk the block, I was a day old/
Now I caught the payroll, splitting out the Cheque to cop a range rove/
I'm reckless with the money, but I don't really care though/

See.. A lot has changed since a nigga grew up/
Counting money, can't afford to screw up/
I Learnt to tie my shoe up, walk the walk, if you ain bout it move up/
The way these Niggas screaming next, you'd swear these Niggas Queued up/

I'm in on different type of level, that's the thing when you up/
See they don't understand the pressure, it gon level you up/
I mean I'm outchea moving pieces, tryna get few stuff/
Although it's hard, the soldier in me says you gotta boot up/

{muted trumpet playing}

[JimmyWiz: Verse Two]

My Observation of this world growing up/
They told me black is being hard, and we're not meant to show love/
Isn't it crazy, I never say these words to my moms/
Worst of all man, I never say these words to my pops/

But if actions speak louder than words, they say I love you both/
Im glad you still alive pops, and yea I'm what you sowed/
A splitting image of everything in my Father's code/
I never knew my Grandparents, but I trust you know/

Whats crazy is, I'm busy all the time/
Even moved up out the house to get busy with my grind/
Shit I'm chillies with rhymes/
These Niggas see a big fat nigga, and now they think I'm biggie with the lines/

See it's silly, but at times, this shit got me quickies with the dimes/
Manager gon feel like Diddy in his prime/
But; that's off the topic, those your character traits/
Deeply imbedded in my DNA you have to relate/

See you raised a Gad, that's some shit you should be proud of/
Persistence in my Gene's pops, look where I done wound up/
Shawties like my voice pop, talking bout I sound thug/
And Shit is so ridiculous, I build this from the ground up/

I know I never tell you about this music life I live/
But I'll forever be your son, the goofy sinus kid/
Although I out grew alot of shit, it's only right I did/
I can't imagine losing you, the only life I'd give/

{Muted Trumpet}