All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father
When i'm ready and willing to take all of this cancer pain for her.
My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise
I been seeing the faces of people that have died in my life
Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone
And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne
Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead
To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure
Busy raising babies and living on tour
And the news of cancer just took my breath and my life was wrecked.
The only difference is it comes back, full effect
Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle
Alcoholic dad died of damaged liver..step dad was also a leaver he succumbed to my shovel/
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