"Hand... Father take my... Hand Sometimes I just. . . Man I don't know Son of Doug... Yeah uh [Verse] Gillette form for a shave, slick cutt on my face Fresh and clean, a tie wrapped around my nape Had to learn that on my own, papa wasn’t home He ain’t a rolling stone—his spirit in another zone I was too young when he met his end, I don’t even recall the warmth of his hands. No memories to draw on for strength, Can't even feel the echoes of his breath. "Hand... Father take my... Hand" Yeah, uh My 10th birthday, my uncle gave me a picture album My dad as a young man, dressed slick as Malcolm Pelle Pelle leather jacket with a subtle fade. Brentwood pants, high waist, clean shave... Brut cologne, shiny loffers, that brother had style Stories from my uncle tell me he also had a wild side. Somethin' about 6 cans, the 90s were a wild time. Couple of unorthodox poses showin' a bright smile Oh so that's where I got mine. . . So when I clean up I try to keep that image in mind Other day his homie saw me and gave me a tight hug Said, “boy… you look just like Doug” "Hand... Father take my... Hand" Uh, look... Grown man now—gotta figure it on my own, Build a legacy that my children one day could own. Somethin' to leave behind if ever I'm traced in chalk Speaking of which—my lady and I just had a talk She said, "babe I love you but I gotta keep it real, I'm not getting younger, I gotta get off the pill" Damn... I mean it's something I've also given a thought So really it ain't like it came as a shock Just the weight of my wallet makes me think twice To be precise, I look at diapers and curse the price But the thought of no son keeps me up at night Given that I'm my father's only son, I don't wanna end his line. But I don't wanna give my kids an awkward life, My upbringing wasn't bad, mom did all she could But barely living for them ain't what I choose.... Not an excuse—just an honest, sober view So hey pops, if you watchin, what's my next move? Yeah... "Hand... Father take my... Hand
