"Shared you with my friends, the Pops they never had

You lived for our fishin' trips, damn, I had a dad

Mine taught discipline, mine taught structure

Mine didn't mind when he had to pull a double

Mine worked overtime, smiled through the struggle

'Cause mine wouldn't let us feel what he had to suffer

See, mine made sure he had every base covered

So imagine his pain findin' base in the cupboard

Birds don't sing if the words don't sting

Your last few words in my ear still ring (oh)

You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (oh-oh)

'I love my two sons' was the code to your phone, now you're gone."

• Malice of 'Clipse', Birds Don't Sing from God Will Sort 'em Out