Drag-on - My First Child Lyrics
[Drag-On]That's my first child, my first born manI did this I created thisAin't no time for being a savage I gotta push a carriagebut some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marriagechip off your old block, your chip off your old popsbut you to young to hear my storys bout how I sold rockbut just yesterday I cut your umbilical chordsdoctor said you had several purports I guess you shook it offbless my god my first child my first bornI feel so rebirth like this my first songI held you helpless, I couldnt help ithow could a nigga abandon his child?I could never be selfishSometimes I feed him too much, throw up on his bibI just gave birth to another one of God's kidsHe can't see me yet his eyes closedI love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze[Chorus]My first childWith open arms I spread my wings to give you lifeMy first childI never let you go, life without you here with me I never be the same[Drag-On]I watched you get a little older, gettin up out your strollerCarried you over my shoulders, you my little soldierAnd I love you some moreIt's never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floorCircus scoreFirst words now whats my name? "DADA"And you almost look the same as "DADA"I could never be mad dat, infact I'm glad datyou know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy atCause when I was your age son I hever had thatI'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little niggaold enough to get potty trained no more dypers changedI named him El Kwan so he could have a righteous nameand know who Allah be, and eat Halal SalamiAnd know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaamKnow who my babysitter I take him straight to my momsLove it when I pick him up he come straight to my arms[Chorus][Drag-on]The first day of school I tought him respect so he had a little mannersSo he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled bannerWalk with a bop, just like his popsHe wore his cap to the back cuz he seen his Dad do thatMusta had his ear to the door cause he heard his mom's moanCause the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick homeOkay time for the talk, you know what these is for?Life support and I placed about 4 in your drawerSo what ever you do boy, jus don't go rawWhenever you need some more just come knock on your pops doorCause you know I got 'emI raised him, I dressed himHe dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessonsAnd I pray that the streets don't arrest himHis friends are pass him a spike lee jointBut I'll pass him the messageSometimes 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 bornBecause he would have been my first child, my first born[Chorus]
