What is a man, who lays a hand on his lover, and calls it tough love 
What is a man, who can't take a stand for his daughter, and calls it tough love
You're roots grow in the crack of the alleys, college park made you
Man enough to see man enough to see, there ain't a [bad word] man in me

Take me back to a date, before I was hostile and learned to hate

You promised yourself you would never [bad word]  a storm a blackout replicating the one
The thunder inside him became your life and you called him your best friend till the day you were nine

Hotel rooms, bourbon, and broads, a drifter living life, without God
You've done it now, you planted a seed, now the storm inside you, it swallows her

And I know life can be so strange but I know I can make a change Imma' wipe away the clouds for ya 

I'm gonna be around for ya, I'm gonna paint the town for ya, I'm gonna make a promise to give you everything you want and need, but she [bad word] up now, cause she's bearing another mouth you can't feed 

Cease production of a [bad word] breed, seek help cause your pride only makes you weak