The third installment of my life starts now
let me go back to late 98 in a small town
the hospital abuzz with floresent lights and sounds
the sweat pouring from my brow as i try to calm down
and after 24 hours the doctor comes out
tells me i can go and see my son now
as i tower over the life i created
i look at Dannielle and say, we finally made it
as i stated that my son looked into my eyes
as if to read my soul to detrmine if im one of the bad guys
but obviously not because he loves me and i love him
my son is born and the third installment begins
its 2003 and theres a war raging over seas
but my son just wants to throw a ball to me
hes only four and id give it all and more to see him happy
but when your 19 years old and you live like your 30
you feel dirty knowing the choices you made aint werking
when you run away at 14 you cant expect to live well
and i cringe inside knowing ill one day go to hell
all alone a child on the mean streets of chicago
the constant nagging in my head, should i stay or should i go
my father left when i was 3 i never seen him but in 2003
he tried to contact me, " hi Ryon its your dad" he sais to me
"im sorry all that i didnt meen" yea, thats why im on the street
resposibility if you didnt want it you shouldena puled out your dick
cuz u fucked to 2 people me and my mom, cuz now im a statistic
ima do right for my son im never gunna leave
no mattr how bad Dani fuckin treats me
but only time will tell whats in store for a 19 yerold father
i shouldent bother cuz his mother will always be a dick gobbler
shes got her mind set on making my life a broken record
shit plays over and over till i cant fuckin stand it any more
her 4 freinds live with her there enuff to turn u gay
4 girls flappin their gums off about everythang everyday
bt all i have to do is sing to my little boy before i die
id get to the second line before i broke down and creid
theres no revelation to the fucked life ive tasted
im at home plate and aint even tuched baseyet
ill prolly be thrown to lucifer cuz my whoe life was wasted
im isolated in a lake of sound, i cant fuckin think
water every where, but not a single drop to drink
the sick irony of my life will leave you breathless
so whether you thug it out, or remain relentless
have a seat and listen to me so i can tell ya
of a fella who had hella impulses to b a killa
but his wild ways were stopped by the birth of his son
and now the squatin and the drugs are done
the third installment of his life has already begun
and the legacy he has built now is in the hands of his son

i had a hook and shit but it fell/ the places where the flow drops is where the emotion made me lose the beat

Peace