Letters To The Courts Vol.1

Verse 1] Dear judge, let me talk, put the gavel on pause, This system got fathers in invisible claws// You measure my love with a dollar and cent, Like a child’s whole life is just money well spent.// But I’m more than a check,//I’m a guide and a shield,// I’m the wisdom in the struggle, I’m the scars that healed.// I’m the voice in the dark when the world get cold, I’m the hand that they hold when they can’t be bold. [Hook] I ain’t just a paycheck, I’m a father, I’m a man, You rob with the pen, but you don’t see the pain, Blood don’t equal money, it runs deeper in the veins// Verse 2] You call it “support,” but it feels like a chain, Bleedin’ me dry, while you profit off pain. You reduce my existence to a number each month, While my child need my presence, not financial fronts. I build character, strength, I teach right from wrong, I pass down the fight that kept me alive this long. Don’t label me a deadbeat ‘cause I won’t fold, I’m a father with a crown, can’t be bought or sold. I ain’t just a paycheck, I’m a father, I’m a man, You rob with the pen, but you don’t see the pain, Blood don’t equal money, it runs deeper in the veins