[Drag-On]   That's my first child, my first born man   I did this I created this      Ain't no time for being a savage I gotta push a carriage   but some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marriage   chip off your old block, your chip off your old pops   but you to young to hear my storys bout how I sold rock   but just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords   doctor said you had several purports I guess you shook it off   bless my god my first child my first born   I feel so rebirth like this my first song   I held you helpless, I couldnt help it   how could a nigga abandon his child?   I could never be selfish   Sometimes I feed him too much, throw up on his bib   I just gave birth to another one of God's kids   He can't see me yet his eyes closed   I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze      [Chorus]   My first child   With open arms I spread my wings to give you life   My first child   I never let you go, life without you here with me I never be the same      [Drag-On]   I watched you get a little older, gettin up out your stroller   Carried you over my shoulders, you my little soldier   And I love you some more   It's never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floor   Circus score   First words now whats my name? "DADA"   And you almost look the same as "DADA"   I could never be mad dat, infact I'm glad dat   you know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy at   Cause when I was your age son I hever had that   I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga   old enough to get potty trained no more dypers changed   I named him El Kwan so he could have a righteous name   and know who Allah be, and eat Halal Salami   And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaam   Know who my babysitter I take him straight to my moms   Love it when I pick him up he come straight to my arms      [Chorus]      [Drag-on]   The first day of school I tought him respect so he had a little manners   So he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner   Walk with a bop, just like his pops   He wore his cap to the back cuz he seen his Dad do that   Musta had his ear to the door cause he heard his mom's moan   Cause the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick home   Okay time for the talk, you know what these is for?   Life support and I placed about 4 in your drawer   So what ever you do boy, jus don't go raw   Whenever you need some more just come knock on your pops door   Cause you know I got 'em   I raised him, I dressed him   He dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessons   And I pray that the streets don't arrest him   His friends are pass him a spike lee joint   But I'll pass him the message   Sometimes I think like did I do right or did I do wrong?   Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born   Because he would have been my first child, my first born      [Chorus]