Son of Yvonne

Yeah I was born, the son of Yvonne
 Brownsville kid that wanna be on
 Hit the streets running be gone
 Outside with a curfew
 Got lessons on honesty and virtue
 And the people that would hurt you
 Drug addicts ex convicts
 Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts
 So many too many to mention
 You can feel all the tension
 A mom s intervention
 Tryina save her son from the worse fate
 Getting home after 8 when she work late
 Thank god for nana, I was in the control
 In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol
 Cause folks getting robbed on a regular
 By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold
 Son of Yvonne had to fight up the street
 He s a nice kid, but ain t nothing sweet
 All I do, I do it for you
 It s for all you did, when I was a kid
 Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born
 But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne
 Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades
 Couple of B s, a C and the rest A s
 Not top of the class, but not nearly last
 I beat your ass if you think you gonn barely pass
 But all my best friends, they be ditching school
 Every week is like a Friday ritual
 Son of Yvone, sharp as a kitchen tool
 All I do, I do it for you
 It s for all you did, when I was a kid
 Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born
 But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne x 2
 I was born, son of Yvonne,
 Grand son of... heard you rap now
 Devon, let me hear
 I get pissed and leave
 Nana upstairs, make a sweet potato pie
 Cause it s Christmas Eve
 Under the tree, efx racing track
 Pick up a gift, shake it in, place it back
 I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess
 Next morning, open gifts, making a mess
 Nana always sits in the same chair
 Jackson 5 singing Rudolf the reindeer
 In the background, I go upstairs
 To see what Mike got,
 Then I come back down, to enjoy all
 Nana good cooking
 Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking
 Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born in bread
 And like that quill, nana got on the bed
 I m a bunch of things, all sown together
 To make one man, that will be known forever
 All I do, I do it for you
 It s for all you did, when I was a kid
 Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born
 But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne x 2