Songtexte Bastard - CP

You think about the time and you know, it's life
When your baby first come in, it's only joy
It's only joy, it's like, "Oh my God, look at this"
It's fascinating that two people can create a life
This is real, you know, so it's only glory, it's all joy
And then, after that kicks in, you sit with yourself like
"How can I... am I gonna be a good dad?"
I know I have the DNA of my dad
I know this is not with just me and my dad
This is an ongoing problem in our entire community
How do I get around it?
And so all those fears and anxieties and
All those insecurities start setting in
I mean, if you intend to do it the right way

I never really knew my moms, was fucked up
I just really met my pops
And when he saw me he was surprised of what I had
Now ain't that shit sad? Damn
When I met him, he ain't had shit, fuck
And when I left, I was like, "Fuck it"
I'm happy that I didn't bastard up, shit, damn
And let me get to the other side of the parenting
Moms wasn't there, left me with grandma
Something got fucked up, I hate that, blaming her
'Cause everybody makes mistakes, but damn, it occurred
To me, you see me, he didn't get a chance
To watch the little one grow into a big man
Kill that shit, kill the motherfuckin' mic, I'm in here
I ain't trippin' 'bout nothin', really had to grow
For myself, nobody told me how to do this stuff
Nobody told me how to live this life
Nobody showed me how to get it right
I did it my own, nobody told me get a job
I got it myself, nobody told me go to school
I learned myself, nobody told me get that shit
And never quit, nigga, gotta do this shit
Hold up, that might've been CP talkin' to Charles
All I gotta do is grind just so I can see me ball
'Cause everything is fucked up and I gotta get it, ma
I gotta get it, ma
I wish you knew how I lived this, ma
You listening when I'm talking, ma?
I still love you, don't trip, still love you, ma
But

It's some shit in my chest I had to get out
Excuse my language, can I talk about a man in a drought?
That was tryna come out and was really tryna figure it out
But some people told lies about what is happening now, uh
But I found out now, it's okay
Still gon' do me, still gon' do right
I'm still gon' do nice, and I learned that from
Myself, part time, Willie May Robinson
That was my grandma, she helped me in hard times
When I, when I come out, she was the mom and dad
And the grandparent just to keep me right
But I ain't gon' trip, I'm gon' do the right
I'm a diamond in the dirt tryna just do right
Tryna not to rust, nigga, see me in flight
Damn, it's real trippy how a man had to get it
I'm lost in the world, tryna pay attention
But attention became too motherfuckin' cheap
Now I gotta spend some, a little expensive with me, so

I used to stick to myself, I never talk much
I was tryna stay me and keep it all
Nigga know when I'ma do it, record it
Call it what you call it
'Cause I'm a bastard
Yeah, I know, I'm a bastard
But I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard
I'm a bastard