 Although I don't really know how to handle you
I will have nobody kicking no sand in your face
Not even a trace of bland in you
Teenage and it's a trouble understanding you
You got plenty of energy and stamina
Forgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in you
There's a bit of, 'I don't give a damn' in you, ha
And that's your old man in you
Stand in your way, never or ever abandon ya
And on the day people say what they can't stand in ya
Don't let your ego get out of hand on ya
It ain't a good look when crook-kharma land on ya
Balance yourself, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in you
The I will and I can in you
Execute the grand plan in you
I'm your daddy and happy to see the man in you
Might know too much but I'm no soft touch
Brought you up, to recognize lies as such
I need no crutch, child hood was arduous
And if there is a God I'm sure He would pardon us
Must be working hard in us, not to harden us
10, that you really wanna be
20, exactly what you see is on telly
11, you can't tell him anything
That he don't know already
12, they get together steady
Explore the 1st keeping up with the many
13, none of them are ready
Living on old raised broke not a penny
14, baby in the belly
She's all done a runner another no daddy
15, Nanny and she loves it dearly
Head strong proving all along but wary
16, scale we were quite contrary
This is how the garden grows
This is how the garden grows
Children, you still own the power
To turn this into your finest hour
Now a young ma mum that mistake
Can make a contribution why don't we wait and see
Give back the mothers their dignity
And the fathers who roam free a lesson in humility
This society needs to learn empathy
It happened to you, it could happen to me
It happened to you, it could happen to me
It happened to you, it could happen to me
It happened to you, it could happen to me
Birds and bees without flowers
Girls be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour
Birds and bees without flowers
Girls be strong, boys don't cower
Stand by your seat, scream and shower
Oh, how the sweet can turn sour
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