C-Rayz Walz - Protect My Family (Clean) lyrics

[Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] (x4) Loving, giving, living my life [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I'ma protect my family—that's my word My wife, child, my dog, cat, and my bird I got a happy house home—you can't disturb (Word) You might clapped in the dome—clap—now you heard I'm walking these dogs, putting in work, got the coroner locked Come on, dogs. Don't be a jerk and have to gargle the Glock My brother got his spot down on hold, a hop, skip, and a cold I'm from the old school, fam—I don't lock my door Ain't no more arguing, negative screaming, and fighting All that's gonna do is leave the little residents frightened I bring home groceries, packed bags, stacked cash Stay gracious, use patience, don't get mad And I'ma be the dad my father couldn't be ‘cause he died One of the many reason I've cried. Could it be? I find I take Bacardi shots ‘cause the youth is illing But I'm Ravipops—that's my excuse for living Forgiving myself for not learning a trade in school Now my eyes stay red like I just came out the pool I want my son to learn to build, write, and read from me And not have c**aine plans with weed money [Hook 2: C-Rayz Walz and (k**a Kal)] (x2) I'ma protect my family—that's my word Living on the corner, left that life on the curb I'ma protect my family—that's my word (No need to get around. I got that good stuff at home) [Verse 2: k**a Kal] “I'ma protect my fam” is what this jam be about My sons, my daughter, and definitely my spouse ‘Cause when the going got tough, she got rough—no doubt All you chickenheads clucking, break out Since July 4th, 1993, there's been a change in me My baby boy Khalil made a man of me Made daddy think to stop hustling in these streets Made daddy think “Would I live to see my son reach three?” Even though daddy didn't have his daddy there Daddy's gonna make sure you never have a care In this world. Now I got a baby girl Born a day after my birthday, Lena changed my world And put my life into a proper perspective And now respecting women is my only objective See, I used to treat women real bad And now I feel bad because my baby girl could get had [Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] (x4) Loving, giving, living my life [Bridge 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, I'm not trying to die in the street but My people need something to eat and I'm just trying to feed my fam Straight up, I need cash in hand [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] “Protect my family” my political statement When it's time to get foul, my whole style's flagrant When my little girl cries, it's a thunderstorm (What?) Because of raw talent (Yeah), my son was born They say God made man (When) man made God (Then) man made child with no job—life's hard (Hard) Man try to be man, steal and rob Damn, man with no plan behind steel bars and guards Now the next man's doing it right, doing your wife Doing your son's homework. Man, he's doing your life You ruined your flight. It could've been a walk in the park Or a talk in the dark. Now it's a union of strife I'm like “Protect your family no matter who you are” It all comes down to the sun, moon, and stars If you know these “Degrees,” then you knowledge me, pa If you think it's all "Old Joke," well hardy, hardy, har