[Verse 1: Blu]
I got a call from my girl last week
She telling me about that time of the month and how it may not come
Dropped the phone right before she said I might have a son
And I started asking God how come
I got dreams I ain't reached yet – ends that ain't meet yet
When it comes to being a man, shyt I'm barely getting my feet wet
Trying to hit reset knee deep in debt
Trying to figure how to feed a mouth that ain't got teeth yet
How the hell am I gonna show a child to be a man
When I'm twenty-two without a clue on how to take a stand
Against this system when it's just us, wanna show him justice
But last year I was just in cuffs
What the fukk am I supposed to do when he's telling me 'Dad I need some food?'
I'm looking down at my stomach and mine is grumbling too
What can I tell him when he's twenty-two
And he's asking me what the fukk I was thinking when mommy's tummy grew? 
Was I scared, was I getting prepared?
Or did I even think of leaving her without a father's care?
Should I tell him that it's hell here and life ain't fair?
Or should I try to make a change when he's pulling on my leg?
(Show me) and he keeps on telling me to
