To My Unborn Son-

To my unborn son, it has bequn. A siqk parody of what I store inheritly. Somethin siqk when it comes to it lyrically, when I write, my soul and my spirit leak. I hope when your born, your blessed with eyes to see, only work with one man, His name start with G^. Let your mind realize the qift from inside, dont ever let a niqqa tell you a lie. And if you believe it, its you and I, have you repeatin ya blessins before you die. You know I mean no harm homie I love you, There aint no way in hell somebody come before you. Except for ya mother, cause she the one who birth you, and Im the state of the mind, Im the one who Earth you. Throuqh ya natural state, and ya physical, develop ya mind, and a visual. Honor me and ya mother, we wont have a problem, keep ya room clean and new clothes forever cop em. Ima qive you a life, that I never had. Come lay on me and mommy shoulder if you're ever sad. This is what I do, I'll show you a path, dont do what I do, just do the math. You always qonna be safe LiL' Homie, matter of fact, I aint really qonna discuss your name til I meet who ever yo mother qonna be, fair enouqh?