I got the call, it said, to get here quick!
Your girl's water broke; and she's bout to, drop your kid.
So I, dropped what I was doing, with a hop, skip and a jump.
Busted out the door and told the homies to, pik up my blunt.

When I got there a nurse said, "you must be LE$"
Hurry up and get scrubbed, your boy's in fetal distress.
I'm like, how could this be? Me and my girl made perfection.
Now I'm being told, they have to do an emergency C-Section.

I got scrubbed; and hurried to the spot.
Where my boy's about to be born. Right now he's all I got.
I think it's gonna take a miracle, to pull him through.
I'm not understanding fetal distress. What am I gonna do.

The Doctor sliced her, then ripped her apart.
Snatched my boy out by his head. I thought I swallowed my heart.
But I didn't have time to trip cuz the nurse gave me the snips.
She said, "cut this cord, from the momma to your kid."

I cut the cord, and asked, 'how's his health?'
Then held him up, to the only thing greater than his self.
But I didn't hold him there long, cuz they took him outta my hands.
They said his vitals don't look good. At first I didn't understand.

I was told to relax, and, have a seat in this chair.
The Umbilical Cord was around his neck; and his brain starved for air.
I jumped to my feet; and then, fell to my knees.
and started beggin to my Creator, to save my boy PLEASE!

They got him stable, thank God he's gonna live
But little did I know, that there was, more news to give
Everything seems to be fine, my boy's playin and walkin.
But there something wrong, cuz after a couple of years, he's still not talking.

We took him here. We took him there. And after, test after test,
We were finally given the news, that damn near, ripped open my chest.
At first I was hurt. I mean MAD. Naw, I went BALLISTIC!.
When they said, "your boy is healthy; but he is what we call Autistic".

I'm like, "AUTISTIC! Can you be more exact?
What medicine does he need? How do we, get rid of that?"
I was told it's a condition. He'll have it from now on.
Now I'm starting to blame myself, thinking "I've", done something wrong.

It took a little time to get over that. There was nothing wrong I did.
Cause I'm starting to realize, this is, one smart kid.
He learns quik; and he, catches on fast.
And I'm starting "not" to care, "how" long it's gonna last.

Now it's fourteen years later, and he may appear to be slow
But there is, something about my boy, that I, want you all to know
He can count. He can read. And he's in, perfect health.
He look's me in the eyes and says daddy, and I see a product of myself.