Текст песни At - Ubsa

At by Jaleel Jackson
Naw, naw Ricky Mel where your ass was at,
You tried to use material but it was attention that I lacked,
Plus you're too dismissive about the way your children act,
Only time we'd ever talk is when I got my grades back,
Ain't it hypocritical for a d-student to beat a child that got C's,
And best believe motherfucker ain't one to resist double D's,
Poppa act like he didn't leave his spouse and kids on a corner,
You thought she was your property and you would gladly pawn her,
Graduation first born got a trip to Cancun,
I bet you didn't even know my name them first days I came out the womb,
Second born didn't even have his father at his graduation dinner,
He was thinking the family was gonna be deep like a sinner,
C'mon Melvin Jack where your ass was at,
As a matter of fact it's your son that you let a bitch jack,
And you got a divorce 'cause Lissa didn't want you back,
She don't fuck with you no more 'cause you can't control your sack,
So you don't try to sit around like you're on some type of high horse,
'Cause in reality we all know you didn't want to change your life's course,
So quick to hit the Do Over like your name was Adam Sandler,
Don't ever think you won because you were the first to get a partner,
So quiet now 'cause you made me think my words didn't matter,
Kept my mouth shut when I saw your little empire shatter,
Now the only time we talk is when you want my money from work,
Like you didn't even provide the sperm for my birth,
Rich you became a fucking deadbeat you're just like Darth Vader,
And when your fat son sky walking don't try to apologize later,
I'll come around a little money then you'll try to be in my favor,
You killed our family dawg you think I could be its savior,
You the motherfucker calling me genius giving me false hope,
Knowing I'm stupider than Ed and all the whites would say no,
I needed you most when all those producers looked at my scripts and spat,
So tell me Richard Jackson where was my dad at