The day my daughter picked up the piece
and decided to say peace
was the day street got her
A sad day for me to be a father
I failed to be her protector
She let the Gangster Disciples bless her
Tragic enough I let her
walk out that door with no get up
I struggled to make a move
Too lazy to be in tuned
My daughter became their mule
Started trafficking drugs across borders just to provide for food
Turn back the time to when she was just getting out the womb.
I wasn't there to hear her cry until 5 years later when her mother died.
I guess she was born with that resentment, to hate her father right?
But who was I to believe that my daughter didn't need a father, but me.
I struggled to break free of criticism that ate me.
A father I can't be.
Fast forwarding to when daddy had to bury his daughter before the age of 16.
At the funeral I became at fault to why my daughter was trying to replace me.
The gangs became more family to her than me.
Disturbingly her death wish was to see me shed tears to prove that this was hurting me.
