Artist: MA Doom (Masta Ace + MF Doom)
Album:  MA_DOOM: Son of Yvonne
Song:   Son of Yvonne
Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch

I was born... son of Yvonne
Brownsville kid that wanna be on
Hit the streets, run and be gone
Outside with a curfew
Got lessons on honesty and virtue
And the people that'll hurt you
Drug addicts, ex-convicts
Livin in the world, surrounded by these conflicts
So many, too many to mention
You could feel all the tension of mom's intervention
Tryina save her son from the worst fate
Gettin home after 8 when she works late
Thank god for nana, I was in her control
In the lobby sittin on tenant patrol
Cause folks gettin robbed on the regular
By chain snatchin dudes just in it for gold
Son of Yvonne had a fight up the street
He's a nice kid, but ain't nothin sweet

All I do
I do it for you
It's for all you did
When I was a kid
Cause it's mad friends ain't wanna be born
But I'm glad to be the son of Yvonne

Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades
Couple of B's, a C and the rest A's
Not top of the class, but not nearly last
I beat your ass if you think you gon' barely pass
But all my best friends, they be ditchin school
Every week it's like a Friday ritual
You got a mind of your own, so let it be known
Son of Yvonne, sharp as a kitchen tool

All I do
I do it for you
It's for all you did
When I was a kid
Cause it's mad friends ain't wanna be born
But I'm glad to be the son of Yvonne

All I do
I do it for you
This for all you did
When I was a kid
Cause it's mad friends ain't wanna be born
But I'm glad to be the son of Yvonne

I was born son of Yvonne, grandson of Ethe' Clear
'Heard you rap now Duval, let me hear'
I get pissed and leave
Nana upstairs makin sweet potato pie cause it's Christmas eve
Under the tree AFX racer track
Pick up a gift, shake it, then place it back
I wonder what it is, 'stead of takin a guess
Next morning open gifts, makin a mess
Nana always sits in the same chair
Jackson 5 singin Rudolph the Raindeer
In the background, I go upstairs
To see what Mike got, then I come back down
To enjoy all, nana good cookin
Life in the hood, Brooklyn, good lookin
Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born and bred
And like that quilt nana got on the bed
I'm a bunch of things, all sown together
To make one man that'll be known forever

All I do
I do it for you
It's for all you did
When I was a kid
Cause it's mad friends ain't wanna be born
But I'm glad to be the son of Yvonne