I didn't prepare this
I didn't have time
I'm always the daddy
So forgive the rhyme
Was thinking bout freedom
And how it would be
To get popular
And get that money
I look in my kids eyes
And think what to do
To get them their needs
And how to get through
I hope that they don't see
The stress on my face
I hope that they do know
My heart is in place
They have to have freedom
I never have known
I can't let them be slaves
Emotions not shown
The job thing's not worth it
I've tried that before
It leaves me too tired
And leaves us all poor
This system is broken
And I don't know how
To get through the red tape
I've got to somehow
To start my own business
The money I lack
But I can't keep on slavin
It's breaking my back
I stay in the positive
As much as I can
But sometimes I choke up
I am only a man
I'd like to write more
But I just heard a scream
It's probably my youngest
She had a bad dream
Out