CeeLo Green - Letter to My Son (Remix) lyrics

Beginning (Sampled): You took away the sound, the touch, the smell, my sight, to see your smile [Verse 1: Don Trip] Please, no pity for a G Though I've got a son that I barely get to see I see him for an hour. After that he gotta leave On top of that, I only get to see him once a week Yeah, right, lucky me Well f** child support and whoever disagrees I learned a valuable lesson, indeed But I'm just trying to be the best father I can be Apparently I'm an unfit father, cause all I know is dope And all I got is dirty dollars But I'm selling dope to help my family get farther Cause no 9 to 5 is gonna prevent us from starving I'm sorry, Jaylin, I don't get to see you like I want to But I just wanna let you know I want to If the court grant me visitation, them I'm going to But you're to young to understand what we're going through And your mama's low down She's just doing everything to hurt me right now Why? Cause I don't love her like I used to So to get back at me, she knows she's gotta use you And I don't know what else to do. She don't understand that this sh** will bruise you too And now I gotta take the b**h to court, so either way, it's a lose - lose [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] I writing a letter to my baby I writing a letter to my son Tell 'em things done got to crazy But it's not over, it's not done I told your mama I don't love her And made her trip and now she gone So I'mma be the better one I'mma be the better one But I just wanna see my son... [Verse 2: Don Trip] I tried talking to the b**h, but she keeps using you as a bargaining chip And I am not the one to be bargaining with That just makes me wanna go and put my paws on that b**h I swear this sh** ain't even right, bruh I ain't even got a chance to change your f**ing diaper This is what I get for going raw when I piped her Thinking that I loved her, when I shouldn't have even like her But I do not regret my child Stupid b**h, I just wanna see my child Do what you may, but you will never make me bow f** child support, b**h take me to trial Why you with this sh**? Cause I ain't read you no vows? b**h move on. Me and you ain't working out So... what's it matter that if I moved to work out 'Long as I provide, and put food in his mouth [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] I writing a letter to my baby I writing a letter to my son Tell em things done got to crazy But it's not over, it's not done I told your mama I don't love her And made her trip now she gone So I'mma be the better one I'mma be the better one But I just wanna see my son... [Verse 3: Don Trip] 'Mater fact, I'm in school right now 'case the music don't work and I can put the work down My momma say this sh** sure to work out All the bullsh** I'm going through to see my first child See his first steps, see his first Smile Hear his first Words, teach him how to count But I guess I've been counted out, seeing as the b**h don't want me around When I speak to him, he don't recognize the sound The sound of my voice, so he just looks around I know she enjoys it, so I s** it up and smile But f** the stupid b**h. I just wanna see my child [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] I writing a letter to my baby I writing a letter to my son Tell em things done got to crazy But it's not over, it's not done I told your mama I don't love her And made her trip now she gone So I'mma be the better one I'mma be the better one But I just wanna see my son...