Goodluck not finished getting there though

I see you looking like this thing is
official, must be a referee down blowing hard on his whistle

You sprung over someone who ain’t
even thinking of the issue, might be pregnant over someone who breaks you down
into them tissues

I don’t know, how you could love him like he heaven on earth, once he gets you on your backside, all he doing is lifting your skirt

I know it hurts, I see it through the
mud in the dirt, plant you out there like a flower for everyone to see, then
unbelievable hands, popping on you like fireworks

It’s uneasy for you, while working
from that nine to five; bruises on your body make you wanna turn to homicide

Those thoughts challenge the mind,
while you provide, hands to the little bundle of joy that was once, force between
your thighs

Held in the process while your belly
arise, as you look into the mirror, you see a fatherless child, reflection deep
down inside

Now after nine months of carrying his
child, you look into the newborn’s eyes, pretending like you don’t wanna smile

He so beautiful never thought he
would look like his father; it’s been an honor, raising him on Eminem album but
his daddy promotes the monster

Carry along as the baby’s mind starts
to wonder, growing up without a father, hurts him more than living back home
with his momma

Running away trying to fade back to
the memory day, when he first saw his father face, pushing in his momma place

Asking questions like he never had the chance
to waste, Daddy are you here for me or am I just other space

Without an answer this man turns to
cancer, Deadbeat daddy on the news graduated with his masters

Guidance from the pastors, bless
those who need help after, decisions of making it work, in the happy home
before the train disaster