Son Of Shaft

Son of Shaft
Don’t forget my daddy
Son of Shaft
Son of Shaft
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
I was born and raised
And thrown in the street
Problems of a man
At the age of three
My daddy is dead
So I am told
So my family name
I must serve on
I love by the clock
And live by the gun
If you met my father
Soon you’ll meet his son
Whoa, oh, oh, yeah
I’m the son of Shaft