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CUNNINLYNGUISTS lyrics : "Family Ties"

(feat. Cashmere the Professional)

[Cashmere The Professional]

Dear Dad,
Yeah it's me, surprised that I'm writin'?
Well not really, I'm sittin' at my computer just typin'

Heard you were sick
Would have found out last week had I called
But to be honest

I don't feel the least bad at all
Yeah I know that sounds $#&@ed up but you made me like that
Look at my childhood, I can't believe you played me like that

You was never around, promises was all you resort
No child support not as much as a call to my moms
I went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips

Could go no where in school with no money for trips
Gettin' cracked on by honeys and %#@!
Strugglin'

That's why I don't listen to your lectures on hustlin'
Cause we had nothin'
Stuck in the hood always

And you refer to the 80s as the good ole' days?
Well they wasn't for me
I guess things went all your way

But I ain't done keep reading I got more to say
I know this all seems abrasive
But look what I'm faced with

Missed opportunities
Missed chances missed places
I looked at what others had and I couldn't get basic

Deprived of so much that's why I'm stuck with this hatred
I went through problem after problem thinkin' you wouldn't care
All simply because you wasn't there

Just promise to visit and sorrys couldn't redeem you
It probably would have been better if I would never had seen you
Cause then I wouldn't have a face to place with the lies

And the disappointment that affected our lives
I guess that's why I'm so bothered now
And want to hit a mother$#&@er sayin' you your father's child

So I gotta be keepin' the faith
For them three girls of mine and I won't be repeatin' mistakes
That you made with me cause I don't miss my past

And every third Sunday in June you can kiss my $$#

[Hook]

[Scratched: Xzibit 'Paparazzi'] "And I could feel it as a child growin' up"

[DJ Kno]

Many moon have cycled since the night you decided
to break out late and fade out into the silence
First born son still playin' in his diapers

Left behind ya
Kinda thought I'd never find ya
But guess what?

The human being you had deemed a mistake
Is now staring you in your face
It's a disgrace the way I was treated

%#@!, you probably wish I got caught in the condom when my pops skeeted
Well $#&@ that I buck back all odds
And stuck straight through your facade of camouflage

You ain't my mom
You ain't nothin' but a heartless (*##$
I'm starting to switch

Don't even start this %#@!
Tryin' to fabricate facts that my dad kidnapped me
It can't be nothin' but lies to try to trap me

In face he
Packed me to Cali in '84
We found your crib but you never came to the door

Wouldn't answer the phone but you had to be home
Tragedy sewn
Yo, you had to know you were wrong

Reminisce and it's not surprising
Grew up so broke I thought the poverty line was the horizon
Many nights and days we stayed in shacks

Pops breakin' his back
Faded $$# packs of food stamps
But karma's a double edge sword
So thanks for letting me borrow your $#&@in' umbilical cord


[Hook]

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