Yo, my heart feel like it’s suffering from strangulation
Tears flying outta my eyes, my heart racing and my hands shaking
The last days of your life as a cancer patient
I’m staring at your corpse praying and waiting for you to awaken
21 gun salute for the hero, the burial was beautiful
Both Greet Berets and Screaming Eagles attended the funeral
I was mad at God like he murdered you
As a father you couldn’t have done a better job
All six of your children basically worshipped you
If I needed advice I always came to you to discuss
You was the only person since the day I was born I ever trusted
Through poverty, death, disease and sickness
You always somehow found a way to turn the situation optimistic
I was a big fat kid overweight
So to clown me you bought the Fat Boys, it was my very first rap tape
In the neighborhood you had a name, you was feared and respected
All the fathers walked out on their kids and left them neglected
My only regret about not selling out and getting rich
Is that if I got millions I could’ve shared it and spend it with you
I miss you, I love you daddy