My First Child

Oh man
That's my first child, my first born man
I did this, I created this

Ain't no time for being a savage, I gotta push a carriage
But some rapped in soft fabric, this is deeper than marriage
Chip off your old block, your chip off your old pops
But you too young to hear my stories 'bout how I sold rock

'Cause just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords
Doctor said, "You have several purports, I guess you shook it off"
Bless, my God, my first child, my first born
I feel so rebirth like this my first song

I held you helpless, I couldn't help it
How can a nigga abandon his child? I can never be selfish
Sometimes I feed him too much, throw upon his bib
I just gave birth to another one of God's kids

He can't see me, yet his eyes closed
I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes
His eyes open, my eyes froze

My first child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first child
I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same

I watched you get a little older, gettin' up out your stroller
Carried you over my shoulders, you my little soldier
And I love you some more, it's never the same
First time you walk, you fell on the floor, circus score

First words now, what's my name?
And you almost look the same as
I can never be mad that, in fact I'm glad that
You know your dad dad, where your daddy at

'Cause when I was your age, son, I never had that
I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga
Old enough to get potty trained, no more dypers changed
I named him El Kwan, so he could have a righteous name

And know who Allah be and eat Halal Salami
And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaam
Know who my babysitter, I take him straight to my moms
Love it when I pick him up, he come straight to my arms

My first child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first child
I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same

The first day of school, I taught him respect, so he had a little manners
So he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner
Walk with a bop just like his pops
He wore his cap to the back 'cause he seen his dad do that

Musta had his ear to the door 'cause he heard his mom's moan
'Cause the first day he got the key to the crib he brung a chick home
Okay, time for the talk, you know what these is for?
Life support and I placed about four in your drawer

So whenever you do boy, just don't go raw
Whenever you need some more, just come, knock on your pops door
'Cause you know I got 'em, I raised 'em, I dressed 'em
He dress himself, now Allah blessed 'em, he study Allah lessons

And I pray that the streets don't arrest him
His friends are pass him a spike lee joint
But I'll pass him the message

Sometimes I think like, did I do right or did I do wrong?
'Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born
Because he would have been my first child, my first born

My first child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first child
I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same