Fathers Shame

Yo, listen up, it’s a tale of a heart, A father’s love, playin’ true, though torn apart, Daughter shinin’ bright, sparkle in her eyes, Son lost in the shadows, watchin' dreams capsize. Yeah, he was ballin’, pushin’ weight, But the kid felt shame, yeah, heavy like fate, Talkin’ big game but he couldn’t flex, Lost in the grind, just a couple bad checks. Bitches all around, but the love was thin, Father’s heart heavy, wishin' for a win, “Proud of you, girl, you a queen on the throne, But son, what the fuck, man, we can’t atone.” Life’s a motherfucker, hard days, rough nights, Gotta find your hustle, gotta reach new heights, Confidence, ambition, independence in the air, Thug in the streets, but he’s feelin’ that despair. “Get up, young blood, you gotta break the mold, Stop chasin' them shadows, let your story be bold, Ain’t no shame in the game if you rise from the pain, Flip the script, make it rain, let ‘em know your name!” Yeah, the pride in his heart, heavy like a chain, But he taught ‘em both love through the struggle and strain, “Fight for your grind, don’t let nobody stop, You got the fire in your soul, let it pop, let it pop!” So here’s the anthem, for the lost and the torn, For the dreams and the battles, through the night till the morn, Keep pushin’, keep movin’, let that spirit ignite, ‘Cause we rise like the dawn, and we’re ready to fight! **Bloodlines and Battles, we ain't backin' down, Hustle and heart, man, we wear that crown.**