[bad word] Who can paint a picture of my [bad word] 
Still won't make a difference where [bad word] from.
You can walk away from me
There's nothing more to say to me
I'm father figure skating.
Try to tell me something cause it's different now,
But let me count the ways that I can show you how.
You got a lot to say to me
But really you just playing me.

Born 11-19-76 in the midst of conflicts,
Me the quick fix.

From the potential tomb, to the womb, to the emergency room, 
escaped doom, soon to bloom.

Even though my pops plan could never defeat us, 
Cause between us, when I was a fetus, was greeted by Jesus. 

He introduced me to a world that turns, and burns,
Where hate is the worm that spreads the germ. 

Never concerned, cause I made through the pregnancy term. 
Learned at an early age that you must stand firm. 

So I breathed, stretched, blessed the Lord. 
They used a double-edged sword to clip the cord. 

It was my first taste of pain with much more [bad word]  
Screaming while they extract the mucus from my lungs.

With me the new addition makes the [bad word] 
We made it home in stolen car seat.

And it's all sweet and calm until your mom gets beat.
Call [bad word] occurrences doomed to repeat

Cause home was a prison and a [bad word] We learned how to deal because we never could malign.

Cause daddy was a misfit chasing crime
My mom had to be a father at the same time.

But when you live by the gun, you end up getting shot
So you can rest in unrest Pop.
 [bad word] 
Skate to California state at the age eight.
Now with a step-dad everything's great.

I start to get attention for the first time,
And in the public he fronts and tells everyone he's mine.

We develop a kinship, a father-son relationship,
But good things [bad word] to an end, you get stripped.

We got a new addition to the family,
And since he's the seed of my step-dad's tree, he found no obligation to invest in me.

The best of me considers that he's testing me 
with lessons of letting me

Feel withdrawn. As time grew on
We found it very difficult to get along.

So it was better to jet instead of letting him get me upset [bad word] away begets trying to forget.

I met the beat and [bad word]  The unique sense of concrete
Deletes all these feelings of being weak.

The past pain was forgot
Cause hip hop was everything my pops was not.

It was life, love, a place to build,
place to get acknowledged when I flexed my skill.

It was platform, a stage, a place to shine,
spot of acceptance to say "He's mine."

See, hip hop was the place where it all began
And helped me father figure skate around a step-dad's hand.