"Family's number one, still will be when this is done."
Verse 1, the wife.
Verse 2, the daughter.
Verse 3, the son.
lyrics
Verse 1:
So, the fella had himself a girl,
job, dog and house, but foreseeable end to that route.
Military gave him needed separation.
Blessed him with new Valentine that he began to dating.
One of a kind, he found unexpectedly understated.
Drove home straight from training, from his old life he vacated.
Left it all behind, he found the thing he wasn’t finding.
The reason behind the rhyming, made a wife out on the islands.
Extended honeymoon, the soul loves the sun.
No family and new friends, two learning to be one.
Opps attracting, this country girl made room for his rapping.
He used to scoff when they said, “Love. You’ll know it when it happens.”
Well, it happened fast with no doubts about it lasting.
Tidal rhythm dancing, magnetic with passion.
She had dinner waiting after one long day.
Handed him a rubber ducky said an angel was on the way.
Verse 2:
Baby girl came to stay, since then he ain’t been the same.
She made the man grown with her smile and it changed the game.
Weeks in the NICU, when nothing else mattered,
but little hands squeezing hope into her dad’s finger.
It’ll be alright, and it always will be.
Charged with spoiling a princess and the verdict’s guilty.
‘cause he’s going to provide, ‘til his back’s damn near collapsed.
You’ll never need. That responsibility is on him.
Proud daddy watching his little fish swim.
Too many cookies dancing at the high school gym.
In his footsteps, watching the monster flicks and holding hands.
He loves every day, watching her artistic mind expand.
That’s Pumpkinhead, that smile and strawberry blonde locks.
Hold a spot forever in his four-chambered clock.
And he will keep her safe, but teach her to protect herself.
Respect is life, and stay Daddy’s little girl.
Verse 3:
Low probability, but blessing number two came.
XY the sun, come to shine and carry the last name.
The father’s a model, watch his behavior on exhibit.
Built the boy a foundation to follow tips because he lived it.
Sky’s the limit, but forever remember the simple minutes.
Pow pows and mimicking professional pugilism.
This small fry, loving anything with comic book ties.
Learning right from wrong by playing good guys and bad guys.
Stubbornness in his DNA and one day,
he won’t listen to a word his pops has to say.
So, now there’s still time to connect and find a way to communicate,
so decades of “been there, done that” don’t go to waste.
How to handle a bully and not to be one.
Find self and center soul, the coolest is a free one.
And strength isn’t muscle and holding tears for ransom.
He’d love it if you ask him, he’ll make you a strong man, son.
credits
from Cygnus Opus,
released June 15, 2018
Produced by Samuel Jonathan Johnson Jr.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
