What Young Fathers are in First-Person Lyrics

If I could use one word

It'd prolly be an obscenity for the self aware niggas dodgin' responsibility

Honestly, the image bein' painted gon resemble me

I'm the one provide the nut that's swimming in her cervix

That turn into a child who feel like he a burden

His cries echo loudly through the house where we reside

I push my ego to the side, it's apparent Imma parent

Ignore his bad ass kuz I'm watchin' Van Helsing

Kick my fuckin' feet up, treat my baby like ailment

I pacify his screams with violence on tv, instead of attention or somethin' good to read

His mind desensitized to every bad thing

From callin' his momma bitch to seein' me smack her ass

Seein' her search for love, seein' her roll up some trees

To seein' me self harm to watching me fuckin' leave

Hold his little body close but put him down I gotta dip

Could I ever really tell him that his daddy is jealous?

Kuz my momma cared more about her so-called friends and fuckin' exes

Dirty clothes was on my body while I'm sittin' in class

Edison snatchin' all the light, pray these shadows will pass

Fuckers speakin' on my moms and prolly call her a hoe

I was 13 years old, tryna manage my woes

Got my own son now, tryna be an example

Shit I turned 23 and still throwing them tantrums

It's just some days that I feel worthless

Unemployed, down bad, my pockets hurtin'

At my granny house in her bathroom using her Jergens

Jerkin' kuz I'm stressed I ain't built for curb surfin'

Borderline abusive and evil and so surly

To be there for my son is the one wish that I'm yearnin'

Lemme break down for you again if you ain't heard me

This young father here is one word determined, nigga