[Hook: V-Dash]
I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this
Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit
I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind
So later on down the line they can live
Now if I flip sides who going fill the void
Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy
That's what I thought that I gotta avoid
Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice

[Verse 1: V-Dash]
Man n***a you ain't shit went to war came back on that same shit
See your son everyday and don't play with him enough
Fathers out there that don't see they children enough
And you even got the nerve to stare and ice grill 'em
Act like he a villain he ain't ask to be living
Talk to him strict this ain't a federal prison
You knew the consequences the minute you put your dick in
Live with it n***a a father is an idol
A mentor that's always by his side like a rifle
Won't be satisfied till he no longer around you
And when you try to reach out he don't wanna be round you
Makes it even worse that you smoke and drink
Buzzing like it ain't nothing what's he suppose to think
Got a daughter on the way if this goes the same
Might as well be a ghost to the souls you made

[Hook: V-Dash]
I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this
Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit
I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind
So later on down the line they can live
Now if I flip sides who going fill the void
Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy
That's what I thought that I gotta avoid
Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice

[Verse 2: V-Dash]
Wow couldn't of said it any better
Open up my eyes let me get my shit together
First let my quit my job since I don't chill with him enough
No food no clothes but he still got love
No roof when it's cold so when he gets sick
I can't take him to the doctor when he need that shit
And since I'm so lenient he can raise himself
Learn manner learn grammar and behave himself
Use the potty make a bottle learn to bathe himself
Right... Motherfucker you crazy as hell
When I'm staring at my son then I'm looking at the future
These kids can't even tie they shoes and they shootin'
And I don't wanna talk about the baby sitter rooming
Probably more familiar as a public school to ya
Some teachers care feel bad for them truly
Drowned out by the ones said they kids are a nuisance
Think I'm going let these kids walk around stupid
Know every damn song but can't write lyrics to 'em
Everything costs from tuition to a tutor
I'm talking grand money a month you gon' do it
Or raise em a place where fiends is vein shooting
Try to play in the park with bodies that ain't moving
Don't know if they dead or clueless wanna move
But the rent 2000 a month you gon' boot it
I smoke I drink I'm wrong as hell
Celebrating that made it without taking a shell
I don't punch my kids I don't beat my wife
I can go the room and make music and write
No bullets breeze by when I sleep at night
Not stopped by the cop off the stereotype
Thank God I can say we gon' be alright
So next time you wanna judge read me my rights

[Hook: V-Dash]
I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this
Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit
I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind
So later on down the line they can live
Now if I flip sides who going fill the void
Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy
That's what I thought that I gotta avoid
Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice
I Gotta Make A Choice