Still Beautiful

Everybody’s always asking about you
How’s Beautiful doing in life and in school
It’s hurts every time I say I don’t know
That shit hurts deep but I can’t let it show
I try to let it go but how can I
This the type of shit that makes a grown man cry
But, I can’t see it coming down my eyes
So I transcribe it trying to keep my eyes dry
Why lie when I know I ain’t in contact with you
Don’t print magazines but I got issues
With the way that the world works
It seems that you can’t make it rapping without popping some percs
Wait, I’m getting sidetracked back to my baby
I’m dead inside lately missing my lady
Am I crazy, maybe a little insane
I miss you, I know you feeling the same
This goes out to my beautiful girl
Because she’s still the most beautifullest thing in this world (3x)
This goes out to my beautiful (sheesh)
The most beautifullest thing in this world
You told me you was feeling sad
Because your mother wants you to act like you don’t need your dad
You know that you do deep down in your heart
And she knows better than I do that you’re smart
Why keep you from your pops I don’t know
It just happened, there wasn’t a reason told
I’m just rapping maybe it’s because I’m broke
I’m not pedophile, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke
I don’t fuck a lot hoes or treat girls like shit
I’m kinda smart and plus, I’m a high school graduate
I can show what kind of man to pick
She’s gay and all they say is men ain’t shit
She can feed you that lie but you know deep inside
That your dad is a good guy, that tried
When I knew where you lived I was coming around
Remember that, and turn your frown upside down
Am I living a lie or am I living a truth
I don’t feel that I’m living if I ain’t living with you
Never spent a Thanksgiving with you, or a Christmas
Every instance got us at such a distance
That it feels like we ain’t gonna ever see each other
She fucked up when she let us meet each other
The bond of a daughter and her father is real
So real that she probably feels when I
She probably feels ill like something is wrong
Maybe Tired Of Life is more than a song
But moving along, if we gotta wait until you’re grown
For you visit me in my home
Then we can do that, and when you start resenting your mom
And if you grow up and start doing stuff outside the norm
I’m always gonna love you no matter what
Even if you start shaking your butt selling your stuff
It ain’t your fault you grew up that way
Looking for that man’s love your mother took away
It’s crazy I can make a song about a person I don’t even get to see
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