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Willie Burke Sherwood Lyrics - Singles - Killer Mike

No matter how good a woman is, she still can't really teach him to be no man or daddy 

Used to walk around with a head full of naps 

Chubby young kid with a head full of raps 

Doing what he can, just trying to adapt 

Jumped to the block off of grandma's lap 

Jumped to the block, so did every emcee 

But gotta tell the truth, yeah, the block wasn't me 

Lookin' for adventure, but the block was not 

The block was real, Woo got killed 

Half a year later, Big Spank got killed 

And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot 

And I bought my first tape by 2Pac 

And I got hard, cause I was smart 

I knew that the weak and the meek couldn't make it in the street 

Had to assert yourself to survive 

So I convinced myself it was better for me 

To be Jack in the *Lord of the Flies* 

It's a book I read, books I read 

Cause I'm addicted to literature 

As a young boy rollin' 'round with the clique 

Cause of that I was insecure 

I was insecure cause I realized 

Ain't no room for the civilized 

When the wild men rumble in the jungle 

And that's why Simon and Piggy died 

Ralph survives, but he lives changed 

Nothin's the same, shit'll drive a man out his brain 

Drive a young man insane 

My cousin Jimmy had a breakdown he ain't never been the same 

And he never will be again 

If I could fix his brain 

Take back the crack in his mind 

Give it all back, you can have the racks and fame 

I'd give it all back in exchange 

This is for the dads and the grandads 

And the little homies that ain't never had dads 

This is for the uncles and the OGs 

And the lil homies, and the YGs 

This is for the men I look up to 

And all the struggles that the men had to go through 

For every man that's ever had to man up 

If that's you, let me see you put your hands up 

I lost my youth, chasin' my youth 

Made me a youth in the back of a coupe 

Teenage love, like Slick Rick said 

I hit her with my Dougie and I had a gold tooth 

Fur Kangol, Filas too 

She was light-skinned red gold tooth 

But of course it didn't last cause I had to go to college 

And she was still in high school 

Damn, I'm a dad, this is bad 

This ain't good, my baby's in the hood 

And I'm walkin' 'round the black ivy league campus 

Like I wish you house niggas would 

So I go get a job, UPS 

Where they treat you like BS and 

You all know how the story goes 

Drop out of college and sell 'ses 

I figured I'd invest in studio time 

Drop rhymes, have success 

But, mostly I got fronted on, stunted on 

Nigga dealt with some stress 

I'll take that two, take that three 

Cause my momma got to see me on TV 

And my grandmomma got to get her Grammy 

And my grandaddy got to see his boy eat 

See his boy grow, I wish I never had that show 

I wish you never had to go 

Wish you could meet my wife, wish you could see my life 

But you had to see the light 

Wish I had you one more day 

Wish I had tomorrow that's your birthday 

We can sip gin, straight get fade 

We can ride old schools through the trey 

 

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