You seem to be notorious
Striving to be victorious
Your standards are vice
Without thinking twice
About your life’s price
Claiming to rep Christ
After pulling a heist
You felt mighty glory
Almost dead and gory
What about your son?
You forgot young Cory
His life has just begun
Don’t leave his life story
He just turned three
Why leave him be?
That won’t bring glee
He needs you now
Be a man for the child
Even if you hate his mother
Who said you had to love her
Seriously you’re not her lover
So be around for the boy
Bring little Cory’s life joy
I mean you’re his creator
Bless Him, Let him
Meet his pop, his maker