Uh, letter 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'mma fight you, nigga" From 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 it be 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 Remembered the many lessons when we stepped out
What was you preparing us, for?
Did you see the runt as the front-runner Leader of the pack, you see that in your youngins What ancestors did you summon to the summit To give me what I needed, what you need to take from 'em The tsunamis that I swum 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 junk in your arms, more than your veins was punctured I punted on feelings, 'cause you said you was coming 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, usually 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 were you preparing us, for?
Writer/s: Ernest Dion Wilson, James Blake Litherland, Shawn Carter
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
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