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letra de wu-tang is for the children - emɐnuǝl x

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i’ll love you whether you make
the right or wrong decision/

as long as you were ya own

man and chased ya own vision/

respect them despite how

television show women/

trust religion even if what’s

out your window points to prison/

they’ll hold you to the standard

of what your father did/

but don’t be scared to make

mistakes, you’re still your father’s kid/

i’ll love you no matter whoever

you choose to love/

trust you got me in ya corner

whenever push comes to shove/

push a dub in times

of desperation/

facin state pen

complications/

learn to use your mind cuz

they want our kind caged in/

the best i could do is

paint you an ill-stration/

to keep you off the streets

and provide the motivation/

and if i fail and forever

work a nine to five/

i’ll sacrifice my dream and pride

if it means that i’ll see you thrive/

from my heart, i’ll take a

bullet for you quick/

just prove to the world your

dad didn’t birth another spic/

you’d be the first thing that

i think of when i wake up/

from daddy’s little girl

to prom dresses and make-up/

from first days of school

to broken hearts and break-ups/

wishin you cut ya boyfriends cus

to me none of them shape-up/

enough to hold the heart

of a true queen/

you’re my diamond, deserving

of any and everything/

the shoulder you cry on

whenever ya tears pourin/

my n-gga from day one

we rocc’ the same jordan’s/

self-image distorting by

media’s false standards/

but these hoes legs quick

to spread like cancer/

have self-respect attention

is not the answer/

i sacrificed too much to

let my daughter be a dancer/

f-ck what anybody says

you could be the president/

don’t let male dominated worlds

insult your intelligence/

for your heart, i’ll take

a bullet to the core/

just prove to the world your

dad didn’t birth another wh0r-/

to the kids know

the world’s in your palms/

so embrace each others

differences with open arms/

cus thats what my

generation failed to do/

and the only hope we

have let lives inside of you/

inside the true n-ggas in

designer crews make minor moves/

everybody raps but songs seem

slightly finger tuned/

when i die bury me inside

a designa tomb/

and teach my kids the truth

the moment they out the v-g-n- womb/

appreciate your girls

appreciate your sons/

any man can be a dad but

it takes a man to be one/

women with mixed objectives

mixin it up with mixed drinks/

thirsty for some d-ck

ignoring maternal instincts/

that’s all i see in our

day and age/

we write history everyday

let the kids write a fresh page/

i pray no more children have

to age with suppressed rage/

make change or get robbed

out ya reality check wage/

- emɐnuǝl x

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