Verse 1
I remember this like yesterday, chilln at the pad/ wifey walking in the room holding something in her hand. A pregnancy test, with a plus sign in the glass/i can still remember every emotion that i had. Im bout to be a dad/im bout to have a baby, with the woman that i love, and that part of me was glad. But another part was reminded of failures from my past/im about to be a dad? Wait a minute this is bad. And im just being real, a part of me was thrilled/but another part was scared thinking i aint got the skill. Insecurities were killing me, this can't be for real/cause a baby need alot, but i aint got alot to give. Im excited, at the same time, sad, but i smile/cause my pops failed, and i dont wanna add to the pile. I dont even think im qualified to try and raise a child/but im stuck and i'll fail unless God show me how.
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I need Your guidance cause i, don't wanna slip and now im tripping. I swore to be different, and i dont wanna be another statistic. Lord show me how to live life, more than enough to get by. Keep my head high, live by faith and not by sight.
Verse 2
Alot of dude get happy when they call and make the announcement/"yo, my baby's born, he's eight pounds and six ounces". Then, the rain falls, winds blow, flood rise, hard time comes he can't take it now he's bouncing. The pressure getting to him, now he can't even think/his marriage is in trouble, so he begins to drink. The ship begins to sink/he jump ship, so the baby's memory of a loving father begins to shrink. No father in the house to watch him as he run and play/or bounce him on his lap and ask him what he's done today. That baby boy is me, heres my confession, now im about to be a father and im tempted to run away. But i dont wanna continue my family tradition/of leaving mama to raise a baby cause daddy missing. Lord i dont ever wanna let my daughter see/me, do her like my daddy did me.
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I need Your guidance cause i, don't wanna slip and now im tripping. I swore to be different, and i dont wanna be another statistic. Lord show me how to live life, more than enough to get by. Keep my head high, live by faith and not by sight.
Verse 3
I understand im the same as any man alive/a son of Adam but i can't afford to stand aside. I got a precious gift that given by the hand of God/and even though it wasn't planned, either way i plan to rise. I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and dig my feet in/ready to be a loving father more than just on weekends. Twenty-four seven, three sixty five, morning to pm/classes started we in, let the lessons begin. Lord lead me please teach me all of Your ways/i know You see im afraid, teach me how to be brave. Help me see the hope in the gift that You gave me/so i can raise my daughter better than my parents raised me. I wanna give this girl the love my daddy never gave me/but God i need Your help, i really need for You to aide me. I pray You give me that, You've given me a gift, so i'll do everything in my power to give her back.
Chorus
I need Your guidance cause i, don't wanna slip and now im tripping. I swore to be different, and i dont wanna be another statistic. Lord show me how to live life, more than enough to get by. Keep my head high, live by faith and not by sight.
