Recently Nas daughter Destiny Jones, (daughter of Nas and Carmen Bryan) posted pic on Twitter / instagram showing off her collection of condoms for the massive amounts of people that follow her to see. Destiny also posted on twitter that she has named her first car "cocaine." shortly after the news hit the net nas released a song titled "daughters" (lyrics + video below).
after the song was released nas baby momma carmen went to twitter to address her issues with nas new song "daughters"
carmen says..."Im a mother first, and if Destiny is upset about something-that makes me upset.
I think he really didn’t realize how the song would affect Destiny. He should have allowed her to hear if first.
His short coming was humiliating her in public by rehashing the mistakes she has made via a song.
Not right. …humiliate our children on wax for the mistakes that they make. Who does that?
I didn’t hear anything positive in that song. That song was created b/c he felt like he owed his listeners an explanation. Period. And I don’t. He doesn’t owe his fans an explanation with regard to what goes on with Destiny, she is his daughter not his artist. Period.
That’s why he addressed. He cares what you guys think about him. That song was for YOU..not Destiny."
[verse 1]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up/
first I regretted it then caught my rage, like
How could I/
not protect her from this awful phase/
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised/
like A princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless/
Plus she's seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit/
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin/
So if her husband is a gangster can't be mad, I'll love him/
Never, for her I want better, homie in jail - dead that/
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head's at/
Niggas got game, they be tryna live/
He seen your mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is/
Although you real, plus a honest kid/
Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit/
You 17, I got a problem with it/
She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it/
[Hook]
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call it
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
[Verse 2]
This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig/
This social network said "Nas go and get ya kid"/
She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic/
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit/
right Her mother cried when she answered/
Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted/
A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it/
At this point I realized I ain't the strictest parent/
I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her/
Shoulda drove on time to school with her/
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her/
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance/
To public school, they too nurture teen talents/
They grow fast, one day she's ya little princess/
Next day she talking boy business, what is this/
They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world/
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls/
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And I ain't tryna mess ya thing up/
But I just wanna see you dream up/
I finally understand, It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man/
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters/
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa/
When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off/
Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters/
Love
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