Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door

I'm living every day like a hustle

Another drug to juggle

Another day another struggle

Yo, I know it's fucked what a lack of cake will do

A few people want to move in and stay with you

You wish you could help them more you unable to

Cause the rents a little late and the cables due

You and your girlfriend are beefing in a serious way

You used to be faithful you in a curious stage

Finally got your mind made of going your separate ways...Wait!

Nah homeboy her periods late

Now think

Times running out do it quickly

Cause she start crying moods getting sticky

If I don't want it she'll want nothing to do with me

Just get the abortion and I give you the 250

But if you say that to her then you wrong

You didn't think about that you was getting ya groove on

I can't take care of myself never mind a new born

I guess that pussy got too good for too long

Seem like my money goes by too easy

Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly

My hooptie done shitted

You spending more money trying to fix it

Then what you did with trying to get it

The fridge is empty but I survive the hunger

Who the fuck keeps calling from this private number?

There's crime on my mind and my nails are dirty

But the floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey

Depression starts talking and his voice is raspy

Cause he ain't shut the fuck up in 3 1/2 Weeks

Look, beard is full, hair is nappy

These jeans ain't mine so they way too baggy

Priorities fucked, nigga's startin to gas me

It's like my whole life just flipped right past me

Starting to trap me

His names Dwayne, so why the fuck my son keep calling him daddy?

Same shit that I feared after all of these years

I gotta breathe I can't believe my ears

Wiping out my eyes I'm damn near in tears

But you can't be mad cause you know you ain't been there

Nah, you grab his moms up throw her against the door

But in the back of your mind you know it ain't her fault

Nah, I ain't mad at all I'm just bothered

I get honest for real I ain't been the best father like

Toys"R"Us, Chuck E. Cheese

You know a little nigga grow up with these needs

New Years or Christmas even a birthday

Least bring a nigga to his school on the first day

I can't believe it, this the same way that I was treated

So maybe it's history repeated

I know it sound sick

The idea of having another kid

Cause this one you'll really feel like is his

It's the truth and I hate that fact, wait

I shouldn't of said that

I take that back I apologize

Let's rewind this whole story like nah C4 just erase that track

Check it, I don't care if only the track trust me

Fuck what niggas say only god can judge me

Fuck what niggas heard or think or even thought

Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short

Joey