The problem with that is, most of the time you wouldn’t want the guys who sired these boys to be any where near your households. They’re violent, irresponsible drug addicts and gangsters in most inner city cases.
There is that one song with verse “He’d grown up just like me
My boy was just like me...”
Cat’s in the Cradle
Recorded by Harry Chapin
Written by his wife because he was constantly on tour. Chapin died in a car accident when his son was 9.
https://youtu.be/KUwjNBjqR-c?si=2yzRmowCwJ2ArbGo