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letra de fatherless - mad flava

[verse 1: cold chris]
hip-hop disciple doing what i gotta do to live
brought into this world to be the son of a fugitive
drugs and prison, bids it’s all i knew about my old man
but with my mother and my crew i grew into the soulman
dealing with the real, never looking for a scapegoat
it’s true with my whole crew, yo we all on the same boat
except for g, but still he be the same as we
’cause sometimes even if daddy’s home, it’s in another zone
no communication, only empty conversation
this common situation runs throughout my generation (true)
and then you wonder why we ill and sh-t
run around the streets, robbing, crazy k!ll and sh-t
no structure, no foundation, no family formation
no roll model, no source of inspiration
but that’s aight, i’ma still chill and do my thing
and keep my life tight and be a prince without a king

[chorus: cold chris]
this is for the people whose pops ain’t sh-t
so i gotta praise my mother to the ultimate
yo, i try to understand, then forgive and forget
how you debt and all the child support
payments that you skipped
this is for the people whose fathers was gone
but maintain the pain, kept done and stay strong
times is crazy rough, but i guess she didn’t care
man, it wouldn’t have been the sh-t if you were there

[verse 2: cold chris]
now listen, i tried to put myself in your position
but the older that i get the more i see what i was missing
while you dope smuggling, making cash and women juggling
my mother was waiting tables barely able to steady struggling
but thanks to her strength, yo i never did without
she was twice the man you were, yo you took the easy route
where were you at – when it was time to play catch?
where were you at – when i had my first scr-p?
where were you at – to teach me life and all its traps?
but it’s cool ’cause now i use it as a fuel for my rap
i used to think that sh-t was kosher, i was a boaster
bragging how my pops was on a wanted poster
i took a closer look in a different state of mind
i saw a crook whose greatest crime was depriving me of time
and now you’re stressed doing life in the fed
i guess that reunion sh-t is dead

[verse 3: cold chris]
check when i be checking all the doom with no direction
’cause without the sun the moon has no reflection
without the moon’s reflection, the star would never shine
so i brought forth my own light and my own right
i tried to refrain from dwelling on my past pain
and go against the grain, i even changed my last name
d-mn right i got a grudge, my feelings won’t budge
don’t get it twisted ’cause i ain’t here to judge
on the real, compared to some i’m in a better place
like my man kasaan, he never seen his father’s face
step without a trace, never to be heard from
i think of your disgrace, grab a pen then the words come
what’s really scary is the traits hereditary
i find myself f-cking up like you, the legendary
i’m your spitting image, i put it on my health
’cause looking at your pictures, like looking at myself
thanks, but no thanks ’cause that all goes to my mother
the only thanks you get is thanks for not using a rubber

[outro: cold chris]
yeah; going out to my man carlos, hype dawg, baby g
my man kasaan, b.ep, my man lou, dwike, ice mike
shabazz ramel, we gon’ be aight
i.g.p., mad flava

- mad flava

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