Four score and many tears ago

My heart got broken before

It wasn’t tears I cried of a lost love

But of a love that I’d feel no more

I tried to build my bridge and get over this river

Hoping that I’d stay afloat

But then I realized if the tide rised

That I didn’t have no boat

He hung himself with his own rope

Cause Universal law says what goes around comes around

Seven Fold

But this is the story of my daddy’s life,And it’s going to be told

He sold this and that and hustled hard enough to get us fed

But we didn’t see the importance of it all

Didn’t think about what went on in his head

He drowned his sorrows amongst the crew at the local spot

I bet he just couldn’t live with the guilt of selling people rocks

He was a dream seller

He sold dreams to beauty queens and Ghetto kings

They willingly participated in the destruction of their lives They didn’t care

As long as they could get high

He stole Christmas gifts, birthday present and grocery money

He had everyone at his feet

But he did these things, beyond his means just so his kids could eat

Locked up once, twice, three strikes you’re out

But without his freedom, finances went into a drought

So who provided when he stopped providing

No one, it was no fun, No more air jordans, no more new clothes

Aldi brand food we ate

But its sad to see, ungratefully we didn’t want to eat the food on our plates

I hurt inside because of the things he stole from people, he’s missing so many of mine

Birthdays, graduation, he wasn’t there at the right times

Its funny how material people can be when someone else pays the piper

But we sealing our fate, like pouring gasoline cause we setting ourselves on fire

Failing to see the importance of what people got to do

But if you ain’t got no job and seven kids, what the hell would you do?