I need my cornbread Not the substance of food My cornbread What matters the most to you? My cornbread My cornbread (x2) I have a little boy He's my happiness My little joy Keep his father fighting on My little Roy Finally, I have something to live for Shits thats I can give for Pain is love, and yo I'm feeling it And I'm real sore He's an exact replica of me Okay, so waking up to a new born baby at a teen age Getting over the fact that he was here to stay was a lean stage Blood is thicker than liquor Came together as a family, made decisions This life here we're going to give him A chance to be all he can imagine Weather mowing a fucking lawn instead of dating a model and fashion I'm teaching him to be on time in a timely fashion I need to mind into my actions Cause, What's a father? Who's a father? Where's a father? Fuck a father if a father is behind bars and? Not the substance of food What matters the most to you? I like going to the park Playing ball in the? It gets me ready for that mental foreplay It matters how you can give It completes your day Just get through those lunch hours, fried chicken sorbet McDonalds parfait, drive thru, one way Like displays on the menu Up the price of the venue You and your nephew, you niece is also in the car Pretty barrettes in their hair-do Don't drive too fast, be careful Make sure the seat belts are on before you switch from park to drive Because once the car starts, the reflex is the eye Between you and I, and the being in the sky I have a human oversight, no equated calculations The bullshit and aggravations And money ain't the motivation Not the substance of food What matters the most to you?
