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..Soft Focus..
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yo dad...listen...
IP:
we're all gifted in our own ways some ways we yet to no so we sit an relax juz waitin for our time to come that we can feel like something special...you ever felt blessed????
[Chorus]
From my first rhyme to the soccer pitch
i new i cud shine leave ya wit a twitch
Finally felt blessed then shit got messed
[verse1]
13 years old in a zone of my own headen straight for the gold ontario jersey comen home/
got my letter in tha mail for try outs to play for the province but den dads jelousy got grown/
told me things i didnt need ta hear said i wudnt make it didnt have wut it took to survive/
yeah it was hard but i worked harder grew smarter on an off the feild let my soul revive/
went to the try outs made all the cuts then said to dad now what the fuck is up/
blessed on the feild i was under estimated you told me my game wasnt enough/
but who stands tough wit a scallership in there hands at a tender age of now 16/
the kid wit the grades left his home town amazded now on tha pitch im surpreme/
game clean. you no what i mean, the game i had people said it was rairly seen/
playen teams from overs seas like iraland an england then you say im done/
who chooses my future are you scared i might succeed wutchu runnin from?/
dad the games all i got yet you think wen i make it im'a be gone a lot/
but lemme fill you in on this your my dad we all make mistakes you wont be forgot/
i'll come home once in'a while so we can ball talk bout girls an ride gunshot/
dont be scared try an be there for me help me over come my destiny wit my plot/
Dad why you haten my future?...
did i do something to lose you faith...
never imagined this love to hate..
juz cuz my future our loves at stake...
tryn'a be blessed was a mistake...
[verse 2]
dad i no your scared but im scared too i need your support dont leave me lonely/
i wudnt be doin wut im doing tryn'a make summin of myself if it wasnt for you homie/
you birthed me, let me grow now its time i exscape from my prime an shine/
remember our jokes bout me maken it pro lettin the old times go an fuckin dimes/
well guess wut your holden me back from lettin that come alive help me pops/
wen i was born wit one eye lost my twin so small didnt think id survive so here i am given u props/
your dad was never there to help you wit your track or baseball u had no support/
your doing the same thing i need you help me dad dont try to abort/
i was named after you m-j-j you m-a-j i need you giudance dont go away/
im not the emotional type you no that dad no come to my games help me along the way/
its gunne be a bumpy ride if i dont have you by my side im goin wit u or not/
let the pain -stop-...so wen you get a chance dad read this letter/
it may hurt but i think it'll make us undastand eachother a lil better/
so help me grow accedemically an game wise i need your help saven myself/
you no the cards ive been delt so help me achieve my blesson for my health/
sometimes i feel as if me tryn'a be sommin is a mistake...
but dad think bout the oppertunities it will create..its my fate..
lend a hand in my life...or go ahead an wlak out those gates...
fading..talking....
dad i need you to help me on this..for real...im goin to the top wit or wit outchu...but i'll be twice as powerful if i have you wit me..your all i got left....so help me in this game we can progress an grow for eachother some respect...1 luv peace
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