Letter to My Son (feat. Cee Lo Green)

Please, no pitty for a G, Tho i got a son that I barely get to see I see him for an hour, after that he got to leave On top of that, I only get to see him once a week! Yeah, right, lucky me. Well fuck? and whoever disagree I learned a valuable lesson, indeed But I'm just trying to be the best father I can be Apparently I'm an unfit father Cause all I know is dope and all I got is dirty dollars But I'm selling dope to help my family get farther Cause no 9 to 5 is gonna prevent us from starving I'm sorry jaylen, I don't get to see you like I want to I just want to let you know I want to If the court grant me visitation, then I'm going to But you're too young to understand what we going through. And your mama low-down She just doing everything to hurt me right now Why? Cause I don't love her like I used to So to get back at me, she knows she gotta use you And I don't know what else to do She don't understand that this shit will bruise you too And now I gotta take the bitch to court So either way, it's a lose-lose I'm writin a letter to my baby I'm writin a letter to my son Tell em things done got too crazy But it's not over, it's not done I told your mama I don't love her It made her trip and now she gone So I'mma be the better one, ima be the better one But I just wanna see my son. I tried talking to the bitch But she keep using you as a bargaining chip And I am not the one to be bargaining with That makes me wanna go and put my paws on that bitch I swear this shit ain't even right, bruh I ain't even got the chance to change your fuckin diaper This is what I get for going raw when I piped her Thinking that I loved her when I shouldn't have even liked her But I do not regret my child Stupid bitch, I just wanna see my child! Do what you may, but you will never make me bow Fuck child support, bitch; Take me to trial Why you wit this shit, cause I ain't read you no vows? Bitch move on, me and you ain't working out So what it matter if I move to work out? Long as i provide and put food in his mouth I'm writin a letter to my baby I'm writin a letter to my son Tell em things done got too crazy But it's not over, it's not done I told your mama I don't love her It made her trip and now she gone So I'mma be the better one, ima be the better one But I just wanna see my son. Matter fact, I'm in school right now In case the music don't work and I can put the work down My mama say this shit sure to work out, All the bullshit I'm going through To see my first child See his first steps, see his first smile Hear his first words, teach him how to count But I guess I been counted out Seeing as the bitch don't want me around When I speak to him, he don't recognize the sound The sound of my voice, so he just looks around I know she enjoy it, so I suck it up and smile But fuck that stupid bitch, I just wanna see my child! I'm writin a letter to my baby I'm writin a letter to my son Tell em things done got too crazy But it's not over, it's not done I told your mama I don't love her It made her trip and now she gone So I'mma be the better one, ima be the better one But I just wanna see my son