[Verse 1 – You Speak First]
Pops, I ain’t perfect, but I’m standin’ tall
Tryna chase dreams while dodgin’ the fall
You raised me solid, never showed no fear
But I grew in shadows, alone with my tears
You taught me grind, but not how to grieve
Told me stay sharp, but I still bleed
I walk with pride, but it’s built from scars
And sometimes I wonder — do you know who we are?
I needed hugs, not just rules and lessons
Needed warmth with that cold aggression
You gave what you had, I ain’t blind to the truth
But I still hurt from what I missed in my youth
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[Verse 2 – Pops Responds]
Son, I hear you — more than I let show
My love ain’t loud, but it always grow
I came from dirt, raised by war and streets
Where men don’t cry, they just grind and eat
I ain’t know how to love — just how to survive
And I tried my best just to keep you alive
If I missed some steps, it was never with hate
Just a man tryna carry the whole fam’s weight
I see your pain — I ain’t proud of the cracks
But you still here, never folded, never cracked
You my legacy, my blood, my flame
And I’m proud, even if I never said your name
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[Verse 3 – You Respond, Raw]
I get it now — still hurts but I get it
The silence, the stares, the pain you embedded
You ain’t break me, but damn, I bent
All them nights I cried from the love unspent
I’m makin’ moves now, chasin’ what’s real
Still hear your voice when I grip that wheel
Still flinch when I see your old shoes
Still mad sometimes — but I wear your truth
I’m my own man now, but I carry you deep
Through the trauma, the lessons, the scars I keep
So if I love cold, if I walk too static—
Just know I learned it from a man…
Always Systematic.
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[Verse 4 – Pops Closes It Out]
I see the man now — and damn, I respect it
You turned that pain into power, I never expected
You the evolution, the next in line
The one who gon’ break what I left behind
You still my son, but you your own beast
Built from my flaws but raised in heat
Go be greater — don’t be me
Be free, be soft, be wild, be G
I gave you what I could, now it’s yours to refine
A blueprint in pain, but the legacy divine
So keep goin’ son — with love, automatic
And end every bar like this:
Always Systematic.