Lyrics
A new day, brings a new problem to a brother
And all I gots to say is thank god for my mother
Cause without my mommy there my life would've been a joke
Either locked up, layin' dead or still slangin' dope
But no, the lord he had a plan for me
And with his help, my mother made a man of me
Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in
Taught me how to save my little dividends
So when I graduated, I'd have a little school money
But in the sixth grade, I wanted to be the school dummy
And flunked out of school with the flag pole
And left my mother there at home with a sad soul
Because my mother worked her fingers to the bone
Cause we was alone, and me I brought a F home
My real pops he broke out with the style
So I respect my stepdad for raisin' another nigga's child
So now we livin' comfortable
Taught me the game, and how to be responsible
But back then I couldn't see it
I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'
And ended up in a big fight
And told me not to come home until I got my shit right
So now I'm livin' at my grandma's home
My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own
And keepin' me ain't no big deal
But now that I'm much older, I see just how the shit feels
Bein' kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no
Even though, my grandfather just had a stroke
And now the money's low
And pretty soon, a brother's gonna have to go
I'll either try to find a job so I can help out
I'm in the ghetto, I gots to get myself out
And when I get out, I gotta try to pave the way
So my family can have a better place to stay
I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short
I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope
And now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong
She's just prayin' for me heavily, take care of her grandson
And the lord must have heard her prayer
Cause he made me get a grip, and got me on up outta there
I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then, but now I feel ya
I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big fun
My baby's mother just had my first son
May 11, I never will forget the day
A star is born, let's name him Little Scarface, my firstborn
And yo I'm a proud father, I got a son
I gots to be my son's father
And sellin' dope ain't the way that I can get ahead
But what the hell, I gots to keep my baby fed
I buy him milk and pampers tryin' to do my part
And he's my son, I gots to try to make him hard
I buy him clothes, and jewelry, not the Tonka toys
Because the Tonka toys will only punk my boy
And I don't want my son to look at life
Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it lifelike
But yet and still I let my son be a kid
Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did
So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate
The game I gave him way back when he used to rollerskate
And now my son is four years old
I really gots to give the real, and try to play the father's role
Because these years he'll remember most
So it's all about little Marcus and me becomin' close
But I got a bunch of obstacles
If it ain't my line of work, it's the girlies on my poppsicle
Now everybody's got my baby
Wantin' to have they hands in my pockets, tryin' to drive me crazy
"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?"
I just can't tell, why don't you take her to my momma too
Because my mother knows the real deal
All these hoochies poppin' coochie, tryin' to get a free meal
So now we in and out of court
Tryin' to get mo' money, braggin' on her child support
Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me
Now everybody knows that she was just fakin' G
Come to find out the girl never had me
She's the baby's mother, but me I ain't the baby's daddy
And biological testin' proved
You gotta get up off of me, and go after the other dude
But now I finally got a real daughter
No need for the testin', I know that I'm the baby's father
I heard my daddy say them hoes'll try to kill ya
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then, but now I feel ya
I feel ya
And all I gots to say is thank god for my mother
Cause without my mommy there my life would've been a joke
Either locked up, layin' dead or still slangin' dope
But no, the lord he had a plan for me
And with his help, my mother made a man of me
Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in
Taught me how to save my little dividends
So when I graduated, I'd have a little school money
But in the sixth grade, I wanted to be the school dummy
And flunked out of school with the flag pole
And left my mother there at home with a sad soul
Because my mother worked her fingers to the bone
Cause we was alone, and me I brought a F home
My real pops he broke out with the style
So I respect my stepdad for raisin' another nigga's child
So now we livin' comfortable
Taught me the game, and how to be responsible
But back then I couldn't see it
I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'
And ended up in a big fight
And told me not to come home until I got my shit right
So now I'm livin' at my grandma's home
My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own
And keepin' me ain't no big deal
But now that I'm much older, I see just how the shit feels
Bein' kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no
Even though, my grandfather just had a stroke
And now the money's low
And pretty soon, a brother's gonna have to go
I'll either try to find a job so I can help out
I'm in the ghetto, I gots to get myself out
And when I get out, I gotta try to pave the way
So my family can have a better place to stay
I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short
I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope
And now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong
She's just prayin' for me heavily, take care of her grandson
And the lord must have heard her prayer
Cause he made me get a grip, and got me on up outta there
I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then, but now I feel ya
I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big fun
My baby's mother just had my first son
May 11, I never will forget the day
A star is born, let's name him Little Scarface, my firstborn
And yo I'm a proud father, I got a son
I gots to be my son's father
And sellin' dope ain't the way that I can get ahead
But what the hell, I gots to keep my baby fed
I buy him milk and pampers tryin' to do my part
And he's my son, I gots to try to make him hard
I buy him clothes, and jewelry, not the Tonka toys
Because the Tonka toys will only punk my boy
And I don't want my son to look at life
Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it lifelike
But yet and still I let my son be a kid
Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did
So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate
The game I gave him way back when he used to rollerskate
And now my son is four years old
I really gots to give the real, and try to play the father's role
Because these years he'll remember most
So it's all about little Marcus and me becomin' close
But I got a bunch of obstacles
If it ain't my line of work, it's the girlies on my poppsicle
Now everybody's got my baby
Wantin' to have they hands in my pockets, tryin' to drive me crazy
"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?"
I just can't tell, why don't you take her to my momma too
Because my mother knows the real deal
All these hoochies poppin' coochie, tryin' to get a free meal
So now we in and out of court
Tryin' to get mo' money, braggin' on her child support
Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me
Now everybody knows that she was just fakin' G
Come to find out the girl never had me
She's the baby's mother, but me I ain't the baby's daddy
And biological testin' proved
You gotta get up off of me, and go after the other dude
But now I finally got a real daughter
No need for the testin', I know that I'm the baby's father
I heard my daddy say them hoes'll try to kill ya
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then, but now I feel ya
I feel ya