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thats my first child
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my first born man,
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i did this i created this,
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aint no time for being a savage i gotta push a carrage,
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but some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marrage,
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chip off your old block, your chip off your old pop's,
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but you to young to hear my storys bout how i sold rock,
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but just yesterday i cut your umbilical chords,
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doctor said you had several purports i guess you shook it off,
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bless my god my first child my first born,
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i feel so rebirth like this my first song,
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i held you helpless, i couldnt help it,
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how could a nigga abandon his child?
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i could never be selfish,
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sometimes i feed him too much, throw up on his bib,
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i just gave birth to another one of God's kids,
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he cant see me yet his eyes closed,
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i love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze,
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My first child
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With open arms i spread my wings to give you life
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My first child
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I never let you go, right without you here with me i never be the same
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i watched you get a little older,
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getin up out your stroller,
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carried you over my sholders,
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you my little soldier,
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and i love you some more,
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its never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floor,
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circus score,
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first words now whats my name? "DADA"
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and you almost look the same as "DADA"
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i could never be mad dat, infact im glad dat,
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you know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy at,
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coz when i was your age son i hever had that,
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imma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga,
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old enough to get potty trained no more dypers changed,
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i named him El Corn so he could have a righteous name,
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and know who Allah be,
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and eat Halal Salami,
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and know how to salam me, Waalikumasalam,
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now who my babysitter i take him straight to my mom's,
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love it when i pick him up he comes straight to my arms,
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the first day of school i tought him respect so he had a little manners,
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so he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner
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walk with a bop,
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just like his pop's,
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he wore his cap to the back coz he seen his Dad do that,
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musta had his ear to the door coz he heard his mom's moan,
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coz the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick home,
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ok time for the talk,
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you know what these is for?
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life support and i placed about 4 in your draw,
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so what ever you do boy,
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jus dont go wrong, whenever you need some more just come knock on your pop's door,
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coz you know i got em,
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i raised him, i dressed him,
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he dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessons,
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and i pray that the streets dont arrest him,
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his friends are pass him a spike lee joint,
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but i'll pass him the message,
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sometimes i think like did i do right or did i do wrong?
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coz i made her have an abortion, now i wish that he was born,
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because he would have been my first child,
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my first born,
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My First Child
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