1971 A young girl gave birth
Only a child bringin' another child on this earth
Only fifteen years of age
But comin' from the ghetto it won't make the front page
See that's the way shit go
And to the government she ain't nothin' but another ho
Thinkin' all she want is food stamps
Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps
And momma's gettin' mad
'Cause now she's gotta watch her little girl grow up fast
Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto drama
Wanted a baby doll now she's somebody's momma
And life is so confusin' to her
Askin' herself "Why is this happenin' to her?"
So now she gotta choose
Between a box of Pampers and a pair of tennis shoes
Never had to make that choice before
Never heard a baby's voice before
And her daddy ain't nowhere to be found
Too busy bein' a ho around town
He'll just fall into another statistic
Claimin' black men don't do shit
But that's the way it is
And little do they know daddy also sheds tears
'Cause he don't know what to do
Be a father to his child or run with a crew
You might say easy choice be a father
But why should he do it when his father didn't bother?
Just another sample I guess
Of black men settin' bad examples
Thinkin' deep about the whole thing
Takes his last bit of money and goes and buys a blank
And asks her to marry him
Promised to get a job so he can carry him
Thinkin' that's the way to do it
But little do they know that there's much more to it
'Cause marriage is demandin'
It takes lots of patience and understandin'
But they go and tie the knot anyway
And they'll be gettin' their own crib any day
The first couple of months were alright
A new crib, adaptin' to a new life
But then came the arguments
And the constant fightin' got 'em thrown out their apartment
So now they gotta move in with her momma
And that just adds to the motherfuckin' problems
'Cause now he's feelin' like he failed
And while they asleep he grabs his shit and bails
Smooth out the door black
And never takes another look back
Now grandma's house is an unhappy home
Now that daddy's gone
Daddy's gone
Daddy broke before I stepped in this motherfucker
And left a job to be done by my lovin' mother
Daddy broke before I stepped in this motherfucker
And left a job to be done by my lovin' mother
Daddy broke before I stepped in this motherfucker
And left a job to be done by my lovin' mother
Raised up on my grandmother's side
'Cause my mark ass daddy never came around for guidance
So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two
'Cause mommy dear had to work three jobs, duke
He didn't even want my friendship
I guess the mark ass nigga wasn't down to begin with
Too late to come around with his drunk ass
And beatin' up my mom with his punk ass
And shit got dread
I guess I shouldn't talk so bad about my daddy
So here it is brothers
If you gon' have babies you need to father them motherfuckers
'Cause if you don't do time
Your kids'll speak about daddy exactly like I do mom
So do yourself a favor
Take your kids to the park, buy 'em shit and you'll pay 'em later
But paying's not the issue
If you die right now, your little kids wouldn't even miss you
So put away your caddy
Call your bitch up and tell her to make room for daddy
'Cause if you don't you'll be alone
And the only thing they'll say about daddy is "Daddy is gone"
Yeah, daddy is gone, I'm outta here
Daddy's gone
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