THE KIDS SUFFER
I was partyin hard, when my eye caught this thick dark chick/
She was like Oh My God! Wanted to stick her with my thick chalk stick/
We got to talkin, she got to smilin, if only i had heard the siren/
My dick was thinkin for me, i jus wanted inside it, it's been decided/
To her home, I was invited, excited, she had a fat ol ass, n daddy liked it/
She said Oh Yeah! Daddy bite it, I boxed with her box, she screamed daddy! fight it!/
And I did, i beat that black pussy up like a racist white kid, talk bout some tight shit/
Fell in love quick, I was her light n she was my night bitch, i thought she was the right pick/
So we moved in together, i was love sick without her, she made me better/
and i swear to god, aint no pussy wetter, she the type to have ya spend all ya chedder/
eventually her middle grew, she said we was gonna have a little dude!/
i smiled from ear to ear, couldnt wait to see my boy grow from year to year/
and if any fags messed with him, i'd smear the queer, son, aint no one gonna pick on you/
if you fall ill pick you up, if ya feelin down, ill lift you up, dont worry bout shit, ill git the poo/
he kicked mommies tummy, as daddy acted like a dummy, but i meant what I said/
And i said what i meant, you cant take him from me, i'll take off ya head/
after a hard nine months, my lil boy was born, held him in my arms after i cut the cord/
from that moment on he was my world, i didnt know my world was soon to be torn/
me n my son, my son n me, i guess i stopped focusin on her as much/
cuz the bitch went nuts, nothin i did was right, i fuckin sucked/
then she eventually started tellin me, she had some other dude she sucked n fucked/
i was like what the fuck?!? you dumb ass slut, my child came out your fuckin cunt/
but she didnt give not one fuck, i felt like lettin the shotgun buck/
the tables turned, i was feelin down, saw my childs smile, n he brought me up/
needless to say, i aint with the whore no more, but my hearts still sore/
cuz im missin moments of my sons life, i cry every night, let the tears pour/
i miss singin to him, clingin to him, crawlin with him on the floor/
and when he has to go back to mommies, the way he cries, you'd think he missed me more/
all i got when he's gone is his pictures n his voice, all because i made the wrong choice/
the sound of him snoring, there is no other noise i'd rather enjoy/
im sorry your stuck between me and ya mom, i love you, i really have 3 kids, n i love all my boys/