[Verse 1:]
Uh, letters to my dad, that I never wrote,
Speeches I prepared, that I never spoke,
Words on a paper, that I never read,
Proses never penned, they stayed in my head.
Jotted on dotted lines, «I'ma fight you, nigga!»
Stories that I heard, I'm just like you nigga.
Must've been some pain in your past too,
Must've been a karma that was past due,
Must've been the energy that passed through,
Must've been a pastor, many snafus.
Started a good man, you married my mama,
I was in her belly, you hurried that summer,
She had two kids from a previous mister,
One family, I don't believe in half-sisters,
Never treated my brother like a step, pop,
Remember the many lessons when we stepped out.
What was you preparing us
For?
[Verse 2:]
Did you see the runt as the front-runner?
Leader of the pack?
You see that in your youngin?
What ancestors did you submit to the summit?
To give me what I needed, what you need to take from 'em?
The tsunamis that I swam in to become in,
Had the cable with the anchor for the places that I sunk in,
Unc' in a better place but you couldn't function,
Shot junkin' your arms more than your veins was punctured.
I punted on the feelings, 'cause you said you was comin',
You couldn't kick the habit, I wish you said something,
You can't avenge these many sins with your own hands,
You wanna make God laugh, just tell him your plans.
Who would've thought I'd be the dad I never had,
Be the husband I've become,
You see, nothing come from that.
I forgive you as I live through the beautiful present of the past,
I'm just thankful that I get all these gifts to unwrap.
What was you preparing us
For?