Adnis

Uh, letter to my dad that I never wrote

Speeches I prepared that I never spoke

Words on a paper that I never read

Proses never penned, they stayed in my head

Jotted on dotted lines: I'ma fight you, nigga

From stories that I heard, I'm just like you, nigga

Must've been some pain in your past, too

Must've been a karma that was past due

Must it be the energy that passed through

Must've been a pastor, many snafus

Started a good man, you married my mama

I was in her belly, you hurried that Summer

She had two kids from a previous mister

One family, I don't believe in half-sisters

Never treated my brother like a step, Pop

Remembered the many lessons when we stepped out

What was you preparing us—

For?

Did you see the runt as the front-runner

Leader of the pack, you see that in your youngins

What ancestors did you summon to the summit

To give me what I needed, what you need to take from 'em

The tsunamis that I swum in to become in

Had the cable with the anchor for the places that I sunk in

Unc in a better place but you couldn't function

Shot junk in your arms, more than your veins was punctured

I punted on feelings, 'cause you said you was coming

You couldn't kick the habit, I wish you said something

You can't avenge these many sins with your own hands

You wanna make God laugh, just tell him your plans

Who would've thought I'd be the dad I never had

Be the husband I've become, usually nothing come from that

I forgive you as I live through the beautiful present of the past

I'm just thankful that I get all these gifts to unwrap

What was you preparing us—

For?