Verse 1:
Understood it back then but even more now,
it’s easier to feel it when it’s your child,
when forever is the only thing you want now,
middle man with the baton, pass it on down,
Pass what he gave me to mine in due time,
from how to put a fist in the air to shooting five,
to how to not give in to fear when the blues arrive,
he said “my only job was making sure you survive”,
Duly noted, all the direction that you were throwing,
I might not have known where it led but I knew the motive,
so all the conversations that might’ve turned into more
was to keep me from writing from the other side of the wall,
my friends never had their pop so you became it,
yours died when you were a child so you related,
taught us that everything you are and what becomes of you,
is usually everything that was be front of you

Hook:
Believe it,
Youngin’ do believe it,
Super hero dad, capes on, you know how we get,
And this one is a song for my father, let the radio repeat it
A song for my father, let the radio repeat it
A song for my father, let the radio repeat it
Like everyday is Father’s Day weekend
Celebrate it, celebrate it, celebrate it

Verse 2:
The day that the baton came to me,
heart started jumping when your mom came to me,
And said that you were cooking, I was overlooking Brooklyn knowing we had to leave,
‘cause I wanted you to see more when you repeat after me,
You were born I was torn, a feeling never before,
but I knew the world waiting for you is forever more,
every cop that’s outta pocket with his rep in his in his hand,
And every word thrown at me to make me less of man,
Was all fully aligned here for you to take part in,
so put your whole chest in whatever you put your heart in,
I put it on the table there’s nothing that can surprise you,
keep you the wiser before they try to Korey Wise you,
Miles the miracle, every part of your breath,
doctors told me my only hope was IVF,
so know that everything that you are and what becomes of you,
is usually everything that be in front of you


Verse 3:
If there was ever a man who was generous, gracious and good,
that was my dad, hollow tipped his way out the hood,
shot through it and showed me how to hop to it,
like “never let nobody ever say what you’re not doing, unless it’s me”,
Same rule apply to the one that I made,
only one I’ll give it to if he wanted my lane, all yours, nothing that I won’t provide,
from the first time that you saw the world and you opened mine,
My pop made sure that I was all the way fine,
even when him and my mom were saying all their goodbyes,
so shout out to my mother and all the mothers for their comforting,
the best ones got a father that’s in love with them, right,
So this is for the father’s support,
the ones that you couldn’t pay enough to walk out the door,
and the ones who know that everything you are and what becomes of you,
is usually everything that be in front of you