June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my li'l man 'bout to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby See my nigga Church, what Up Shit, I left the camcorder in the truck Runnin' through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatin' I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell starin' down the barrel of a Smith and Wesson My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, If only I could fly Why fight to live, homie, If we only livin' to die I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin' I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin' Just keep it runnin', I tell you They say every time somebody die a child is born So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son 11:32, she screamin' at the top of her lungs I'm panicking, nurse yellin' for the doctor to come All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby One, two, three, four I see the head, Doc bustin' through the door, he between the legs He see the head, it's my baby boy 11:46, the head out, she screamin', making crazy noise Pain is love, my stomach foldin' like a lazy boy I'm feelin' like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's Voices singin' to me, sound like Teena Marie I'm callin' niggas on tour, Jayo, tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin' I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin' Just keep it runnin', I tell you I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa For bringin' my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar And my baby's mama, Aliska For pushin' out a 10-pound, 4-ounce mini me, I still can't believe it Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy Or your Grandfather, call Uncle Zip Tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers Baron Davis and 'D-Mack', Darius Rogers, drop the top on the '71 With my face in the clouds, Lord, spare my son And watch over Aaron Wright, Tian and Li'l Pun Lowridin', bangin', ready to die, track number 1 If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin' I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin' Just keep it runnin', I tell you I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin' I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin' Just keep it runnin', I tell you © BMG SONGS, INC.; STILL DIGGIN' MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com