Man's World (Produced by J Dilla)

this is a mans world,thats what my old man told me,
in the living room listening to the oldies,
playing dominoes drinking shots of stoli's,
with his friends we refer to them as homies,
drug dealers and addicts some parolees,
pimps and macks superflys and goldies,
i remember everything them cats showed me,
how to kick it with the females and roll weed,
it seems pop took more time to scold me,
i figured that was his little way to control me,
through hard times he never did console me'
instead he eyeballed and spoke coldly,
i was your son but you didnt really know me,
i lived life like everything was rosey,
standing firm on the concrete below me,
a part of you old dude low and behold me,

hook:everything is yours its a mans world,
now get your [bad word] off the phone with them [bad word] girls,
chasing nuts the downfall of the [bad word] squirrel, get your head in them books man,
stand up straight and look in my eyes,im hard on you cause i love you and thats no lie,
im sorry bout the bruise on your face understand?youre still my son im still your old man,

2nd

i dont really understand everything i do,
so please help me out im like you part 2,
my old dude was something to see,
my only idol everything i wanted to be,
all i wanna know is what you wanted from me,
i did more right than wrong,
and thats the reason i write this song,
its therapy for my mind while i light the bong, [bad word] hurts but i feel like life goes on,
be a man suck it up,
by 15 im ducking left hooks and uppercuts,
i fought back in many ways it made me toughen up,
but surely its the reason its limited love with us,
something i wont get past soon,
thats real proof that time dont heal all wounds,
but still i learned alot cause see,
when i have a son now i know how not to be

hook....