anybody who love and lost and vowed to do it again got a crush that views you as a friend who lie to family life of pretend/ if you brought ya love home, they view it as sin/ anybody that feel they won't understand in love with you best friend man/ what's worse, you know he feel the same way/ Sing Shirley Murdock in the morning as we lay/ Tempted as you try not cross that line feel guilty the thought even crossed ya mind couples walking hand and hand lost in time/ friends stay she a hoe, think he lost his mind whispers in the dark/ cupid hit his mark/ the mind can't process matters of the heart whispers in the dark/ cupid hit his mark/ the mind can't process matters of the heart love get complicated, conversations carefully contemplated, convoluted, confusion, complex crucial conflict when it’s reduced to sex/ then child support payments reducing ya check Baby mama drama got baby daddy broke/ But both baby parents love to see the baby grow/ Things ain’t perfect, but things still working/ That cute baby girl make everything worth it/ Cute baby girls grow up so quick/ get kind of thick, teenage boys talk slick Fathers fight to keep their grip, keep them in control/ Chris Rock, 1 goal, keep them off of the pole/ she ain’t even 1 year old/ healthy baby ten fingers, ten toes/ Got mama’s eyes, got daddy nose/ though they not together they still love her and it shows/

Love and marriage, marriage and love/ Stimulate the same areas of the brain as drugs/ We fit together like a hand and glove/ Then children came and it became uhhhh/ bring a little more stress how can someone so little make so much more mess/ make it so much harder to keep the house clean lack of sleep make you an your spouse mean Deferring your dreams to put food on the plates/ work in the morning, no more staying out late metabolism slow down, put roundness in ya face/ plus wifey cooking good putting inches on your waste/ she use to come to bed in lingerie and sexy lace/ now rollers and flannel pajamas took it's place Despite it all…we still live great but sometimes The Good life got a bittersweet taste/ it goes love and marriage, marriage and love/ i'll clean the kitchen you get the kids in the tub/ while you tuck em in, I should be washing the last plate/ they should fall asleep a little past eight/ then we can unwind and have some adult time/ take it back to high school, a little bump and grind/ pipe dreaming, I must be out my mind cause soon as things heat up, the baby start crying/ or the five year old at the door knocking I swear children got a knack for cock blocking/ When we finally get em back to sleep you like "I'm tired let's try later in the week/ now I'm all hot and bothered/ the sacrifices of a husband and a father/ Bachelors got that green grass/ But they want what the married team has

lay a foundation to build on/ just had my second child/ feeling real grown/ i want a moment alone to get into my zone/ but these toys on the floor turn this house into a home/ pamper changing and training for the potty/ found a career and rap became a hobby/ chasing dreams run away from reality/ i need something with benefits, vacation, salary/ no matter how dope the lyrics are was i said/ they ain't dope enough if they don't keep my daughters feed/ this game will play around with your head/ have you forty years old playing around with your bread/ half way through life with nothing to show/ imitating lil wayne still hoping to blow/ don't want to let go don't want be bitter thin line between a realist and a quitter

Verse 1 have you ever played the fool/ insecure but you try to play it cool/ Embarrassed but front like you get all the hoes/ exposed like emperors without any clothes/ The world is so cold, leaves warm hearts frozen/ never swim again cause the last time you dove in/ the waters got rough your ship got wrecked/ from now on bitches don't deserve your respect/ They say hurt people hurt people so violence won't deter evil/ the catechism can't explain the cataclysm when cousins cast to prison cause coke is his coping mechnism I don't visit cause my vision can't process the sight/ don't call don't write/ He snorted up my sympathy smoked up my grief/ So now I pruned his branch off my family tree Hook 2X Shoot you down without bullets Cut you deep and don't leave a mark Sticks and stones Break your bones But words break you heart Verse 2 I resist temptation with thoughts of my daughters don't want them growing up with emotional disorders/ a bitter divorce worse than armageddon/ parents threaten to use children as weapons/ bargaining chips of a failed relationship/ varibles in the equation of an even split daughters hear daddy called mommy a bitch and Mommy told daddy “Nigga get you shit” impressions on their young mind/ Lashing out, Canarys in a coal mine/ little angels grow up so fast/ deal with trouble at home by interrupting the class/ they see when we scream and we yell this match made in heaven desends into hell/ floated up to cloud nine lost our balence then fell/ and the family book a room at the heartbreak hotel/ Hook 2X Verse 3 Hurt feelings linger, hurt feelings linger/ throw rocks at each other, point the finger/ then apoligize come clean trying to take back words I don’t mean we both tripping, we both bugging pushin and shoving wars over nothing/ insecurity, jealousy, pride/ anger, unfaithfulness, bitterness, lies/ so this how it’s gone end I thought at least we would be friends you act like you rather cut your arm off/ i guess some lines you can’t uncross/

My President is black, just like me/ so ain't no telling what my daughter can be/ ain't no limit to the possiblities/ pollinate my seeds, like a colony of bees/ sweet nectar, sweet honey comb/ we want the top suite with our money long/ cause ain't nothing sweet when your money gone/ feel the stress from your feet to your funny bone/ on the phone try to make the bank get the hint/ that we over here trying to make dollars make sense/ got the money food, now we trying to make rent/ got dame, empty pockets only make lent/ but No lonely days spent, with the love of my fam/ make fela mention with belonie and spam/ materially poor, but we spiritual rich/ so I keep the dream of freedom on the tip of my lips/ put it in the air, let burn slow my dogs die where the red fern grows/ trying to walk the straight path like a permed fro/ cause to make the best butter you gotta churn slow/ Never learned though, like we can't read/ How to keep our business out the street like TMZ I wanna skip to the front like VIP/ But got to wait in line like the DMV/ yeah cause haste makes waste/ rushing destiny is how bad fate takes place stakes is high, so is my cousin/ He got a drug problem but the family still love him/ The family still break him of bread, he smoke it up/ Blaming ourselves like we didn't hope enough/ or pray enough, to make the skies open up/ We just want to set him free from that dope and stuff/