My First Child Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Oh man 

That's my first child, my first born man 

I did this, I created this 

Ain't no time for being a savage, I gotta push a carriage 

But some rapped in soft fabric, this is deeper than marriage 

Chip off your old block, your chip off your old pops 

But you too young to hear my stories 'bout how I sold rock 

'Cause just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords 

Doctor said, "You have several purports, I guess you shook it off" 

Bless, my God, my first child, my first born 

I feel so rebirth like this my first song 

I held you helpless, I couldn't help it 

How can a nigga abandon his child? I can never be selfish 

Sometimes I feed him too much, throw upon his bib 

I just gave birth to another one of God's kids 

He can't see me, yet his eyes closed 

I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes 

His eyes open, my eyes froze 

My first child 

With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life 

My first child 

I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same 

I watched you get a little older, gettin' up out your stroller 

Carried you over my shoulders, you my little soldier 

And I love you some more, it's never the same 

First time you walk, you fell on the floor, circus score 

First words now, what's my name? 

And you almost look the same as 

I can never be mad that, in fact I'm glad that 

You know your dad dad, where your daddy at 

'Cause when I was your age, son, I never had that 

I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga 

Old enough to get potty trained, no more dypers changed 

I named him El Kwan, so he could have a righteous name 

And know who Allah be and eat Halal Salami 

And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaam 

Know who my babysitter, I take him straight to my moms 

Love it when I pick him up, he come straight to my arms 

My first child 

With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life 

My first child 

I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same 

The first day of school, I taught him respect, so he had a little manners 

So he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner 

Walk with a bop just like his pops 

He wore his cap to the back 'cause he seen his dad do that 

Musta had his ear to the door 'cause he heard his mom's moan 

'Cause the first day he got the key to the crib he brung a chick home 

Okay, time for the talk, you know what these is for? 

Life support and I placed about four in your drawer 

So whenever you do boy, just don't go raw 

Whenever you need some more, just come, knock on your pops door 

'Cause you know I got 'em, I raised 'em, I dressed 'em 

He dress himself, now Allah blessed 'em, he study Allah lessons 

And I pray that the streets don't arrest him 

His friends are pass him a spike lee joint 

But I'll pass him the message 

Sometimes I think like, did I do right or did I do wrong? 

'Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born 

Because he would have been my first child, my first born 

My first child 

With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life 

My first child 

I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same