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I remember being born November 28th, 2008
My mother smiled, she hurt for my birth
I'll be the first to say
My father was a man of his word, morals, religion too
He taught me everything that I know, what I was supposed to do
He taught me not to quit or relinquish, to be ambitious too
I wanted to be just like him, put myself in his shoes
His wife was hardworking and young, a child to four roots
She also came from humble beginnings, her life was always rude
My father gave me his name, he wanted me just to be
Everything he couldn't because his time was short and sweet
Heart conditions, case dismissed for many years, he wouldn't believe it
Until it was passed down to his offspring, was sad to see it
As time went on, his work went down, he struggled to breathe
In and outs of the hospital made me pray for a key
To heaven for this man, he was the man that taught me everything
But when the news hit, the taste in my mouth became bittersweet
Unchastity was in his blood, it's hard to think that's who he was
The man that taught me who to be to me became a holy scrub
A part of me can't take it, hate the things he did
It's truly love I had for him, but at what cost?
It's not a fact that I could shrug
My mother cried herself to sleep the night she discovered
After that, did everything to hide that she was disgruntled
Truly disgusting, he apologized, the damage was already done
I saw the pain that's in her eyes
Could not wish that on anyone
I understand why he taught me to not be him
Because he don't want me to repeat what he's done and did
His advice was truly bountiful, he was a man that I counted on
Feel bad for Mom, she suffered in silence, spoke to me through a song