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My First Child
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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