All My Love - Marco Polo, Jaysaun

Until death do us

For better or worse

Unconditional

I give it to you

Father was white, momma was black

Call it mulatto, such a heavy cross to bear on your back

Raised on a different side of the tracks

I felt ashamed to the point I tried to hide it, in fact

Shivering, face frost bit, out in this cold world

Pops bounced like a ball, left me with old girl

Was I cursed or special, is this God’s way to test you

Interracial, inner demons, we wrestle

You know my father donated the sperm

And wasn’t concerned about us, I believe deadbeat was the term

But I ain’t miss him, I ain’t hug him, I ain’t kiss him

Just me and momma, that was tradition

Never could fill a hole in my heart that was missin'

Never seen a ball game together, never went fishin'

Nah, momma played both roles

And did what ever she had to do to make ends meet

Whether it’s wash floors or sew clothes

Dad disgraced me, the streets embraced me

The marijuana superb, the cocaine tasty

I kept the fire on the fryer like a fire alarm

Hotter than an iron on, leave you niggas lyin' on

The pavement, I don’t want to hear that peace talk

You better save it, get your white flag out and wave it

‘Cause I’m the judge, jury, bailiff, and the mortician

Similar to any magician, the four-fifths lip and

Your bad diss like a bad transmission

Operate with precision of a surgeon’s incision

Satan set me in a black fate and

That nigga’s so impatient, you can’t keep Death waitin'

I eat meat, I’m a carnivore

No chicken, just beef, if you want a war

It’s been on, it’s been on before

And though I’m sick of this bitch, I still love the whore

And that’s what it is

The one thing that saved me in the ‘80s: I was a hip hop baby

Ten years before the bitch went crazy

When Jaz-O put a nigga on in the game named Jay-Z

The music never ceased to amaze me

Now I got my own kids following in my footsteps

All I want to do is protect ‘em before the hood gets

Control of ‘em or the gangsta bravado grabs a hold of ‘em

Or the Devil toast their soul in a old oven

Because when push comes to shove, and I love ‘em

Can I protect ‘em from dying from a death too sudden

I don’t know