All For You (feat. Darien 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 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) - 2X