Lyrics:
Piano My Father

don't know Verse 3 Now with the drums, to the bass, to the piano and to the horn it's a crazy ass life and that's my word is born I'm trying to be as

their mothers Shit, I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father That's like my brother, like same mother, different father

Well, father says it, mother says it Sister says it, brother says it Uncle says it, auntie says it Everyone at the party I'm on fire Yeah, babe, I'm

all the things she's not but mostly for who she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he did i love my piano

sacred past unfolds Precious mem'ries how they linger how they ever flood my soul In the stillness of the midnight precious sacred scenes unfold [ piano ] Precious father

a mic But I refused the offer, ''cause God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George Bush and Bin

It was gangsta' gangsta' at the top of the list then I played my own shit and it went somethin' like this, Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' jockin

zai na kan man hua, wo que zai xue hua hua, dui zhe gang qin shuo hua When other kids are reading manga, I am learning to draw and learning to communicate with the piano

man One of you at a memorial with all of Hoagy's clan And then you and my mother Walking hand in hand (chorus) And she was beautiful And you played the piano