Daughters - Nas

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I call it, yeah, yeah

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

For my brothers with daughters

I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age

Who locked up, first I regretted it, then caught my rage

Like, how could I not protect her from this awful phase?

Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised

Like a princess, but while I’m on stage I can’t leave her defenseless

Plus she’s seen me switchin' women, Pops was on some pimp shit

She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'

So if her husband is a gangster, can’t be mad, I’ll love him

Never, for her I want better, homie in jail — dead that

Wait 'til he come home, you can see where his head’s at

Niggas got game, they be tryna live

He seen your Mama crib, plus I’m sure he know who your father is

Although you real, plus a honest kid

Don’t think I’m slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit

You seventeen, I got a problem with it

She looked at me like I’m not the cleanest father figure

But she rockin' with it

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

Not sayin' that our sons are less important

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

Not sayin' that our sons are less important

This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig

This social network said: «Nas, go and get your kid!»

She’s on Twitter, I know she ain’t gon' post no pic

Of herself underdressed — no inappropriate shit, right?

Her mother cried when she answered

Said she don’t know what got inside this child’s mind, she planted

A box of condoms on her dresser, then she Instagram’d it

At this point I realized I ain’t the strictest parent

I’m too loose, I’m too cool with her

Should’ve drove more time to school with her

I thought I dropped enough jewels on her

Took her from private school, so she can get a balance

To public school, they’re too nurture teen talents

They grow fast, one day she’s your little princess

Next day she’s talkin' boy business — what is this?

They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world

God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

Not sayin' that our sons are less important

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

For my brothers with daughters, I call this

Not sayin' that our sons are less important

And I ain’t tryin' to mess your thing up

But I just wanna see you dream up

I finally understand

It ain’t easy to raise a girl as a single man

Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons

How fathers feel for they daughters

When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa

When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off

‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters

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