“Father to Son”

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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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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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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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.