My First Child

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That's my first child, my first born man

I did this I created this

Ain't no time for being a savage I gotta push a carriage

but some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marriage

chip off your old block, your chip off your old pops

but you to young to hear my storys bout how I sold rock

but just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords

doctor said you had several purports I guess you shook it off

bless my god my first child my first born

I feel so rebirth like this my first song

I held you helpless, I couldnt help it

how could a nigga abandon his child?

I could never be selfish

Sometimes I feed him too much, throw up on his bib

I just gave birth to another one of God's kids

He can't see me yet his eyes closed

I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze

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My first child

With open arms I spread my wings to give you life

My first child

I never let you go, life without you here with me I never be the same

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I watched you get a little older, gettin up out your stroller

Carried you over my shoulders, you my little soldier

And I love you some more

It's never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floor

Circus score

First words now whats my name? "DADA"

And you almost look the same as "DADA"

I could never be mad dat, infact I'm glad dat

you know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy at

Cause when I was your age son I hever had that

I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga

old enough to get potty trained no more dypers changed

I named him El Kwan so he could have a righteous name

and know who Allah be, and eat Halal Salami

And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaam

Know who my babysitter I take him straight to my moms

Love it when I pick him up he come straight to my arms

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The first day of school I tought him respect so he had a little manners

So he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner

Walk with a bop, just like his pops

He wore his cap to the back cuz he seen his Dad do that

Musta had his ear to the door cause he heard his mom's moan

Cause the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick home

Okay time for the talk, you know what these is for?

Life support and I placed about 4 in your drawer

So what ever you do boy, jus don't go raw

Whenever you need some more just come knock on your pops door

Cause you know I got 'em

I raised him, I dressed him

He dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessons

And I pray that the streets don't arrest him

His friends are pass him a spike lee joint

But I'll pass him the message

Sometimes I think like did I do right or did I do wrong?

Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born

Because he would have been my first child, my first born

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