Family Ties lyrics

f/ Cashmere the Professional



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[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



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