[Verse 1] I was born, the son of a knife and a time bomb With a cordless mic in my right palm When my mama seen it her reaction was quite calm at first Until I looked up at her and uttered a curse Jesus she freaked out screaming and pleading to get a nurse The orderlies aborted me figures it didn't work So I'm borm with these deformities itchin' to spit a verse Mama brought me home from the hospital inside her purse A newborn with torn ligaments Crawling around the house in shoe horns and foreign cigarettes I kept my two fronts gold While writing lyrics made a song at just a few months old My mom would never opt to play with me She spent the first three years looking for adoption agencies [Hook:] I've been writing my songs and tryna be strong But mama I just want to sing I know you don't like rap but you must face facts And let a n***a do his thing So mama please don't disown your own son Don't disown your own son Mama I want to sing [Verse 2] I was eight man feeling great rocking an apron My motto was rip spirits when I kick lyrics But my mama wasn't trying to hear it Tried to leave me at SEAR's with Some jell-o and a stolen gear shift I had to pawn it for cab fare Made it to the crib gave my mama a bad scare I told my mama this is what I really wanna do Be a famous rapper do a "Tell It All" on Donahue But then she went "You little son of a b**h No son of mine is gonna be hippity hop hop Rappity rap rapper that could be bad Back to the bathroom you go Strapped to the crapper without your crackers" But mom how long you gonna lock me in the restroom? "Untill you 22 when this little phase possesing you Has run it's course, don't you want to be a doctor Danny? I talked to Watson's family and he's in college already And he's only 11, you'll never make it to heaven rappin'" Her telling me I couldn't was the best that ever happened [Hook] [Outro]