Yo, I can't sing it
I feel like singin'
I wanna fukkin' sing
Cuz I'm happy
Yeah, I'm happy
Ha Ha
I got my baby back
Yo, check it out
Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think theres nothin' to live for
I almost break down and cry
Somtimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over
But then she comes back to me
My baby girl [Hailie laughs] keeps gettin' older
I watch her grow up with pride
People make jokes, cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like shyt don't phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing this song to my daughter
If I could hit the notes, I'd blow something as long as my father
To show her how I feel about her, how proud I am that I got her
God, I'm a daddy, I'm so glad that her mum didn't abort
Now you probably get this picture from my public persona
That I'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
But I wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
Cuz there's a lot of shyt I keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' my soul,
And just know that I grow colder the older I grow
This boulder on my shoulder gets heavy and harder to hold
And this load is like the weight of the world
And I think my neck is breaking should I just give up,
Or try to live up to these expectations?
Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself,
But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin'hell
But I handle it well, given the circumstances I'm dealt
So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else
But the years that I've wasted are nothing to the tears that I've tasted
:shake:
So here's what I'm facin':
3 felonies, 6 years of probation
I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman
I've taken bats to peoples backs, bent over backwards for this woman
Man, I shoulda seen it comin', what'd I stick my penis up in?
Woulda ripped the pre-nup up if I'd seen what she was fukkin'
But fukk it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more
I got my baby, baby the only lady that I adore, Hailie
So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya
My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
It's like the greatest gift you can get
The weight has been lifted
Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
Cuz my baby knows that her daddy's a soldier
Nothin' can take her from me
[Outro - Spoken]
Woo!
I told you I can't sing.
Oh well, I tried
Hailie, 'member when I said
If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
Well guess what?
Daddy's here.
And I ain't goin'nowhere baby
I love you! (kiss)
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUItLW_XAb0]Nas - Daughters (Prod. by No ID) [Download] - YouTube[/ame]
[Verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like
A princess, but while Im on stage I cant leave her defenseless
Plus shes seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shyt
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin
So if her husband is a gangster cant be mad, I love her
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail- dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his heads at
nikkas got game, they be tryna live
He seen your mama crib, plus Im sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus a honest kid
Dont think Im slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You 17, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like Im not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it
This for nikkas wit daughters
I call this, shyt for nikkas wit daughters
Yo, not sayin that our sons are less important
shyt for nikkas wit daughters
I call this, shyt for nikkas wit daughters
I call it, not sayin that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said Nas go and get ya kid
Shes on Twitter, I know she aint gon post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shyt, right
Her mother cried when she answered
Said she dont know what got inside this childs mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized I aint the strictest parent
Im too loose, Im too cool with her
Shoulda drove on time to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance
To public school, they too nurture teen talents
They grow fast
One day shes ya little princess, next day she talking boy business
What is this?
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
both are CLASSIC songs....
ART
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