Daddy

[jail phone sounds] [child voice on the phone] Hello daddy! I miss you so much! Mommy is doing everything she can to get you out of jail.... [Hang up phone sound] [Rap male hoarse voice] Listen kid! It's time you grow up Don't let life get you beat up Promise you will take care of your mother Stay in school don't pick another Path Daddy did the best he could But the government has been too rude They don't care about the family Wake up call to the reality They don't care if your child is sick They want all of that money quick Daddy had to take two or three jobs And that still wasn't enough for the mobs All the bills and taxes left us on the street They don't care if your kids got anything to eat Taking the furniture, the house, the cars Leaving our family to sleep under the stars [Female vibrato voice] Feels like the end of the road Although we kept moving on I thought I had it all under control Yet I'm here with life sentence without parole The risk I took was way to high Out of desperation, I had to try They told me to fake a mental disorder That I could safely pass with the merch at the border How wrong was I to believe that we had a chance That I could pay the hospital bill in advance Learning the hard way some have a tougher life It wasn't enough having a loving wife Knowing my child might not survive All of the suffering and the struggle Got me today into so much trouble I pray to God they could move on From all of the pain since daddy is gone [Female vibrato voice] Feels like the end of the road Although we kept moving on And on and on [Echoing child voice] I miss you daddy [Female vibrato voice] Feels like the end of the road Although we kept moving on And on and on