this is a fucked up segment of my life, i think i got my girl pregnant lastnite/
a fragment of my cum might have met wit her eggs-and i think her period is laggen/
i should of strapped up jimmy, but no rubber was in site, im dumber then dumb, jesus-christ/
i should of excepted the hummer, the blow would of eased-this-fright, if she drops a kid outta her uterus/
im fucked cuz my sperms the root-of-this, the-jiz in me is what bares the fruit-for-it, if this is true im shootin,-shit!/
this cant be true, if it is im evicted outta my own-home, and restricted from even goin-on, my life will be slowen-down/
im getten pissed, my mouths foamen-now, but don’t think for a second i aint gonna take care of my own-child, my seed/
its part-of-me, even tho its hard-for-me ta even think of the thought-of-bein a father wit a kid in the back seat of my car-and-eaten, but if its gotta-be, then ill take a shot-and-see if it works out or if its not-for-me/
I aint gonna turn my cheeks on sumtin that came from me,it aint gonna leave,and abortion aint even a question, a porion of me thinks about it,then my soul takes over the evil and tells-it/
That their aint a chance in hell of my kid being killed before it gets a chance ta be itself/