(ft. Cashmere the Professional)      [Cashmere The Professional]   Dear Dad,   Yeah it's me, surprised that I'm writin'?   Well not really, I'm sittin' at my computer just typin'   Heard you were sick   Would have found out last week had I called   But to be honest   I don't feel the least bad at all   Yeah I know that sounds fucked up but you made me like that   Look at my childhood, I can't believe you played me like that   You was never around, promises was all you resort   No child support not as much as a call to my moms   I went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips   Could go no where in school with no money for trips   Gettin' cracked on by honeys and shit   Strugglin'   That's why I don't listen to your lectures on hustlin'   Cause we had nothin'   Stuck in the hood always   And you refer to the 80s as the good ole' days?   Well they wasn't for me   I guess things went all your way   But I ain't done keep reading I got more to say   I know this all seems abrasive   But look what I'm faced with   Missed opportunities   Missed chances missed places   I looked at what others had and I couldn't get basic   Deprived of so much that's why I'm stuck with this hatred   I went through problem after problem thinkin' you wouldn't care   All simply because you wasn't there   Just promise to visit and sorrys couldn't redeem you   It probably would have been better if I would never had seen you   Cause then I wouldn't have a face to place with the lies    And the disappointment that affected our lives   I guess that's why I'm so bothered now   And want to hit a motherfucker sayin' you your father’s child   So I gotta be keepin' the faith   For them three girls of mine and I won't be repeatin' mistakes   That you made with me cause I don't miss my past   And every third Sunday in June you can kiss my ass       [Hook]   Scratched - "And I could feel it as a child growin' up" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi'       [DJ Kno]   Many moon have cycled since the night you decided   to break out late and fade out into the silence   First born son still playin' in his diapers   Left behind ya   Kinda thought I'd never find ya   But guess what?    The human being you had deemed a mistake   Is now staring you in your face   It's a disgrace the way I was treated   Shit, you probably wish I got caught in the condom when my pops skeeted   Well fuck that I buck back all odds   And stuck straight through your facade of camouflage    You ain't my mom   You ain't nothin' but a heartless bitch   I'm starting to switch   Don't even start this shit   Tryin' to fabricate facts that my dad kidnapped me   It can't be nothin' but lies to try to trap me   In face he   Packed me to Cali in '84    We found your crib but you never came to the door   Wouldn't answer the phone but you had to be home   Tragedy sewn   Yo, you had to know you were wrong   Reminisce and it's not surprising   Grew up so broke I thought the poverty line was the horizon   Many nights and days we stayed in shacks   Pops breakin' his back   Faded ass packs of food stamps   But karma's a double edge sword   So thanks for letting me borrow your fuckin' umbilical cord       [Hook]