My First Child

[Drag-On] That's my first child, my first born man I did this I created this Ain't no time for being a savage I gotta push a carriage But some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marriage Chip off your old block, your chip off your old pops But you to young to hear my storys bout how I sold rock But just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords Doctor said you had several purports I guess you shook it off Bless my god my first child my first born I feel so rebirth like this my first song I held you helpless, I couldn't help it How could a nigga abandon his child? I could never be selfish Sometimes I feed him too much, throw up on his bib I just gave birth to another one of God's kids He can't see me yet his eyes closed I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze [Chorus] My first child With open arms I spread my wings to give you life My first child I never let you go, right without you here with me I never be the same [Drag-On] I watched you get a little older, gettin up out your stroller Carried you over my shoulders, you my little soldier And I love you some more It's never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floor Circus score First words now whats my name? "DADA" And you almost look the same as "DADA" I could never be mad dat, infact I'm glad dat You know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy at Cause when I was your age son I hever had that I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga Old enough to get potty trained no more dypers changed I named him El Kwan so he could have a righteous name And know who Allah be, and eat Halal Salami And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaam Know who my babysitter I take him straight to my moms Love it when I pick him up he comes straight to my arms [Chorus] [Drag-on] The first day of school I tought him respect so he had a little manners So he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner Walk with a bop, just like his pops He wore his cap to the back coz he seen his Dad do that Musta had his ear to the door cause he heard his mom's moan Cause the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick home Okay time for the talk, you know what these is for? Life support and I placed about 4 in your drawer So what ever you do boy, jus don't go wrong Whenever you need some more just come knock on your pops door Cause you know I got em I raised him, I dressed him He dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessons And I pray that the streets don't arrest him His friends are pass him a spike lee joint But I'll pass him the message Sometimes I think like did I do right or did I do wrong? Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born Because he would have been my first child, my first born [Chorus]