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Cunninlynguists - 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 fathers child
 So I gotta be keepin' the faithCunninlynguists - Family Ties - http://motolyrics.com/cunninlynguists/family-ties-lyrics.html
 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]















