Uh, Deah Pops   It's your boy   I got some things I want to say to you, man   Just a couple of words   Bear with me   Gimme a minute      Time to face it   Sitting in the middle of the basement   Holding a jack   How I'm anticipating he 'gon call me back   Got so much on my mind   Ain't no holding it back   In fact, I give a fuck how he 'gon react   Through my first nineteen   Asking where he at   Never seen him in the spots where we be at   For the next couple hours I sat til the phone rang   No luck or no cigar   So I said to myself I'll try tomorr'   Me and my Vincent left out   Went to shoot play some ball   Came back, had message like 'this your pa'   Then I took to the phone   Conversation was raw   Shit, I had to let him know that his child was scarred   And right now we working through our mess   But I had to get some shit off my chest   So bear with me, y'all      [Chorus]   Just want to take the time to let you know   Sometimes it's hard to let my feelings show   The thoughts of guarantees are really so   This is all for you, you      [Phonte]   I was looking at your photograph amazed how I favored you   I remember being young wanting to play with you   Cause you was a wild and crazy dude   And now I understand why my momma couldn't never stay with you   From the roots to the branches to the leaves   They say apples don't fall far from the trees   I used to find it hard to believe   And I swore that I would   Always hold my family as long as I could   But damn   Our memories can be so misleading   It's misery   I hate to see history repeating   Thought you were the bad guy   But I guess that's why   me and my girl split   And my son is leaving   I did chores, did bills, and did dirt   But I swear to God I tried to make that shit work   'Til I came off tour to an empty house   With all the dressers and the cabinets emptied out   I think I must've went insane   Thinking I was in love, but really in chains   Trapped to this girl through the two-year old who carried my name   I tried to stop tripping   But yo, I couldn't and the plot thickened   That shit affected me, largely   Because I know a lot of people want me   To fail as a father   And the thought of that haunts me   Especially when I check my rear-view mirror   And don't see him in his car seat   So the next time it's late at night   and I'm laid up with the woman I'mma make my wife   talking 'bout how we 'gon make a life   I'm thinking about child support, alimony, visitation rights   Cause that's the only outcome if you can't make it right   Pissed off with your children feeling the same pain   So, Pop, how could I blame cause you couldn't maintain   I did the same thing   The same thing      [Chorus] - 2X