HEY PAPS Lyrics

Hey paps

To you I write with conscious of grief

27 years later running from the police

My own prison was the state of mind

My childhood was bringing inside these hard times

I kept memories that are leaving me traumatised

I kept memories that are leaving me compromised

With drained energy fighting to see my own demise

My own enemies really are the fear in my eyes

Hey paps

I hope you hear me

Everything is dark in my days I've grown weary

To be a man is something that's hard and on a daily

I still try speaking with God and if he hear me

Please tell him spare this rodI write sincerely

Hoping you been getting my letters in cold weathers

Your son

Became an artist an artist and if I'm honest it's hard

He hasn't made it and nothing for consolation it's hard

The fascination of riches will probably tear him apart

He grew up poor

But a loving mother was more

We all flawed

Ah

A precious diamond

Speaking of diamonds

You never put one of her finger

And how linger

Lehodimo mpolele

Mpolele

Mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Mpolele

Mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Hey paps

As I said I was still speaking on diamonds

You never put one on her finger

And now I linger

If I carried your last name will curses be lifted your son gifted

But his still broke

With no name out the envelope

With no name out the envelope

You should know my mama has found a husband

Nobody wants to die alone I know she needed loving

And me

I fell in love with a woman who couldn't love me

But I'm grateful for her presence I'm moving on if I'm lucky

I will

Find a soul mate

Life is such road rage

Grandma still good

Auntie moved out the hood

And your son dropped out

Then he went back in

Everyday he clocks out

Feeling like he can't win

Ah

Your son smokes and marijuana he blows from time

And mama really knows that he tries

Lehodimo mpolele

Mpolele

Mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Mpolele

Mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Hey paps

I'm writing from a sensitive place

Tears rolling down is never load enough for your grave

Fatherless boy child

The black stereotypes in a foresight

The broken homes

Learn to adapt we cope alone

Turn to murderous

Sexist

Government interpret us

We statistics

Ain't no religion that could fix this

Highly spirited lifted

But living with darker vivids of realities

As if God forgot the prophecies

How am I the head of the house at age 10

Lead the family with prayer forgetting my amen

Still I stutter

The knowledge to be a man from my mother was never enough

God bless her soul she did it with love

Still I lack the trust

My confidence to bluff

I am shaken

Intrusive thoughts are dominating

Some cannot behave

Don't know how to treat a woman great

Cause his home never had complete family page

We are broken

Lehodimo mpolele

Mpolele

Mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele

Mpolele

Mpolele

Lehodimo mpolele