I wrote this kind of like..a conversation between mother and child...its not auto biographical though, thank god lol. My dads snoring rather loudly on the couch right now actually...well- Enjoy Mommy where's daddy? Baby Dad's out clubbin Mommy where's daddy? Baby, daddy's out fu*k1n. Mommy where's daddy? Anywhere but here. Baby if you only knew… Child papa wants no part of this Woulda been a hit and quit situation But your mommy got pregnant He woulda been a run away pop But your granny made him stop He sent a couple checks in the mail, yes Nothing more, he's way less Than a father Why's daddy never around? Why does mommy call him foul names? Why do you feel all this pain? Because some men aint sh*t Some men is just kids And to them responsibility doesn't exist But they still insist That they are men A true man does all he can A true man is at his son's game in the stands his number one fan A true man could never stand His little boy growing to a man With him mostly absent A true man… Loves his child No- he loves him AND proves it.