(JT Money)
What up G'yea
Father to son, know what it is
What up son, how you feelin'?
It won't be long before I return in God's willin'
But in the mean time, do everything grandma tell ya
Follow her words, and I promise you they won't fail ya
Just be strong and take care of your little sister (...boiiy)
Tell her that I love her and that daddy miss her
You know I love you two, just keep doin' good in school
And remember bein' bad, boy, don't make you cool
Might make a fool of yourself, or you'll end up like me
Incarserated and I know you will be s and b
We should be free, my son, you know I wouldn't lie to you
So make the garden, and these hoes don't apply to you
Ya heard me boy?
You gotta dedicate your life to God
Cause he's the one who blessed you from the start and made you smart
I know you smart, that's why I write you this type of letter
But I shouldn't worry too much because we raised you better
Me and my momma, and I know that you gonna represent
And thank you for the letters and the pensions that you sent
You made me happy, I was blessed with you when I was young
And we gonna grow up together, father and son, father and son
(JT Hook)
Nobody seperate us that's a fact
I'm never goin' back to the projects, the black man just stay largest
Down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray
(Chorus)
It hurts me father, seein' your mi-nd can falter
We must be faltered,