- Votes:
- Composers:
- Michael Franks
- Phonte Coleman
- Patrick Douthit
- Thomas Jones
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- north carolina
- rap
- underground hip hop
 
- See also:
Little Brother - All For You lyrics
(feat. Darren Brockington)
[Rapper Big Pooh] 
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 Little Brother - All For You - http://motolyrics.com/little-brother/all-for-you-lyrics.html
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 x2] 
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