U-Nah bomba - my son
I'm writing this note, to my family
sorry mom and dad,
you were the best of friends to me
tought me how to be, and how to see
things from another perspective,
they said:
don't be rejective, nor selective
let them fear you for the man you are
not as a collective,
treasure love,
caress it like a white dove
your pretty son, your sexy wife,
yeah, even your fucked up life
so I'll BE the man and tell my son
that you need no knife,
you need no gun
to be a man, to be the one
who they love and who they cheer,
who they dread and who they fear
all you gotta do is stay calm
slap em hard across the face
with your palm
stay in school, stay at work,
stay with your girl, don't be a jerk
fill her life with your love
show her the meaning of
life, as you know it,
just show her, and never quit
as I thought you, my number one
cuz I love you, my only son..