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Your Son, Joe / The Beat

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Do I wish I had more cash, sure?
Do I wish I had a little more time with my part time dad, sure
Maybe four, five years
But when you're four, five years old, that choice ain't clear
The voice I hear, this noise, our boy's, I fear
Long gone, ma, we don't got foresight here
But the course I steer, from portside to parts unknown
Shit I should be sitting courtside with the darts I thrown
The dark side clone, my mind's inside a dark cyclone
Iron Mike, I'm biting down when lefts and rights are flown
For seven days and seven nights I roam
Rocking Rome Streetz, driving Rome streets right home
And if that made sense
You know I've been spitting since lame checks
Had me sleeping in basements and staked tents
Vagrant, I done staked my claim
Jesse James, once again fucker, say my, say my
I'm the Thomas fucking Shelby of spitting
You might as well take this LP to Alfie, pay him in pittance
I'm on the shelf with It Was Written, first Blueprint, this is timeless
And if you don't like it, motherfuckers, take it up with the Blinders
I'm Minor Threat, I'm Social D, I'm so so deep in this shit
I'm supposed to be on posters, B, but I'm just posing for pics
On the social meeds, it feeds a need, and if it bleeds, it can die
Then it's another piece of meat, dripping grease on my fire
I'm your boy, Jesse, got an S on my chest
Mix of Messier, Messi, Joe Pesci, and Spesh
Fucking Hessian from the best little village you never heard of
Now I murder verse and flirt with the pillage
I'm diligent still in my villainous, I'm trying to kill us
And when I die, take a final ride from Clinton to Camillus
I'm digging in and I'm tinkering, overthinking the illest shit
So just stop with the scribbling, bitch, I'm writing the syllabus
The syllables never gone stand a chance
People revel, my hand to hand is as wicked and sweet as seeing two devils in Candy Land
Lover and fighter?
Shit I'm Tim Meadows, The Ladies Man, with a Jason blade in his hand
And I'm raising Cane and I ain't even have a brother to kill
Father couldn't be bothered, so mother is father still
And though father's under some flowers, I'm glad that we had that hour
Unlikely I'll call you back, but I'll stand with you in the tower

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