[Hook: V-Dash]

I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this

Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit

I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind

So later on down the line they can live

Now if I flip sides who going fill the void

Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy

That's what I thought that I gotta avoid

Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice

[Verse 1: V-Dash]

Man nigga you ain't shit went to war came back on that same shit

See your son everyday and don't play with him enough

Fathers out there that don't see they children enough

And you even got the nerve to stare and ice grill 'em

Act like he a villain he ain't ask to be living

Talk to him strict this ain't a federal prison

You knew the consequences the minute you put your dick in

Live with it nigga a father is an idol

A mentor that's always by his side like a rifle

Won't be satisfied till he no longer around you

And when you try to reach out he don't wanna be round you

Makes it even worse that you smoke and drink

Buzzing like it ain't nothing what's he suppose to think

Got a daughter on the way if this goes the same

Might as well be a ghost to the souls you made

[Hook: V-Dash]

I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this

Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit

I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind

So later on down the line they can live

Now if I flip sides who going fill the void

Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy

That's what I thought that I gotta avoid

Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice

[Verse 2: V-Dash]

Wow couldn't of said it any better

Open up my eyes let me get my shit together

First let my quit my job since I don't chill with him enough

No food no clothes but he still got love

No roof when it's cold so when he gets sick

I can't take him to the doctor when he need that shit

And since I'm so lenient he can raise himself

Learn manner learn grammar and behave himself

Use the potty make a bottle learn to bathe himself

Right... Motherfucker you crazy as hell

When I'm staring at my son then I'm looking at the future

These kids can't even tie they shoes and they shootin'

And I don't wanna talk about the baby sitter rooming

Probably more familiar as a public school to ya

Some teachers care feel bad for them truly

Drowned out by the ones said they kids are a nuisance

Think I'm going let these kids walk around stupid

Know every damn song but can't write lyrics to 'em

Everything costs from tuition to a tutor

I'm talking grand money a month you gon' do it

Or raise em a place where fiends is vein shooting

Try to play in the park with bodies that ain't moving

Don't know if they dead or clueless wanna move

But the rent 2000 a month you gon' boot it

I smoke I drink I'm wrong as hell

Celebrating that made it without taking a shell

I don't punch my kids I don't beat my wife

I can go the room and make music and write

No bullets breeze by when I sleep at night

Not stopped by the cop off the stereotype

Thank God I can say we gon' be alright

So next time you wanna judge read me my rights

[Hook: V-Dash]

I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this

Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit

I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind

So later on down the line they can live

Now if I flip sides who going fill the void

Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy

That's what I thought that I gotta avoid

Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice

I Gotta Make A Choice