Yo, other people have a dad
Who never left, they leave to go to work
And came back, mine left for good
Now im in the hood, called T.C.,
I love how people say, "it's not your fault"
But sometimes I feel like it is, f** this sh**
I'm so sick of it, I'm sorry if I'm venting on your parade
But I never had one, this verse is suppose to tell everyone
How my life is, how it goes and how I got here, to own PR
KC k** em, ya'll