Propaganda - I Ain't Got An Answer Lyrics
When it's apparent that you have failed as a parentToo busy trying to pay rent, Homie now what?Long gone are the daysYou ain't takin your little big hair to a-so scrimmages no moreNo football practice lil league movie nights noYou drive him too His cute little puppy love's girlfriend's doctor's appointmentShe got a date with a sonogram yo boy is officially a statistic now what?Yo lil man, he barely sproutin peach fuzzHe wanna be just like you, he writes poetryHe fill [1]... the Buffalo soldiers you chuckleWe live in the SuburbsI work too hard for you to not struggleYou don't know what you talkin aboutYou soon find that social economic status does nothing for his skin colorTo them he just a well dressed coon, who's parents got luckyHe's the butt of subliminal jokesLike his friends refer to rap as jungle jiveThey see him and go "Yo Homie Yo!" That's how ya'll talk right?He's checked out, he's found other outletsHis good grades don't fix his depraved brainHe believes the gospel of young money YOLOYo, and as your momma drops you off at the mall remember as you skope out them Dunk'sAnd every bite you take of that number 1, animal style is a biteYou stole from your daughters tummyThem Dunk's is about a month's worth of diapers and foodYou fit and put on your feetHomie this is your fault, your job, your responsibilityDon't get mad when momma don't give ya twenty bucksIt's your turn, I don't know what to tell youI ain't got an answerWhen it's apparent, that you have failed as a parentHomie I ain't got an answerMan I ain't got an answerHomie I ain't got an answerI don't knowIt's apparent sometimes I think I've failed as a parentAnd my son having autism is roughBut maybe he don't speak because words don't say muchMaybe he don't need words to communicate his loveAnd sometimes his silence causes me to stumbleIt's possible he's a version of me that's more humbleAnd I think my child finds more joy in playin with my phone,Playin on his own will he she'd a tear when I'm gone?I'm wrestling with the shame of an outsider view of me,Cause life is the spotlight on my own insecuritiesBut I know his laugh, it lights up a thousand roomsAnd when he speaks to me it just like a flower bloomsThis has just become my own digital diaryI'm at the doctor's office just hopin they would lie to meThat my son would be alrightBut if he's not, my son would be alrightCause he is God'sAutism, Single Cell, or Down Syndrome,Still keepin the faith in the midst of hard livin'We stand together cause we have no other place to goMy son and I we live and fight even thoughI Ain't got an answerWhen it's apparent that you have failedAs a parent, you cancel a quinceanera, cause lil mamas feta be oneScroll through your brain's iPhone and unopened emailsHow many daughters hugs did I not reply too?You ain't lyin to me I know that song you singingAnd that promise ring was real cute but it's really for the parentsShe ain't savin it for marriageAnd never had plans too, she in a fetal position, now carrying a fetusYour world view officialy has left the philosophicalAnd is layin in your living room considering abortionThem eighth grade boys is textin ***** pictures and your daughter to each other, now what?And baby girl lemme show panties as his Facebook picture, now what?This is your fault and I ain't got an answerDad sit in it, soak in it, stew in it, you failedBetter get it together boy she needs you more than everAnd I ain't got an answerIt's like that moment when you realize thePinnacle, of modern psychology has failed youAt the end of modern psychology homieAll that junk, it failsAnd yo little girl, yo little boyHe ain't the person you trained him to beLook, I don't knowMan, I don't know,I don't know the answerSho, you know?Homie all that stuff look we gotta get our heads outs the sand homieLife is happenin with our childrenLook I'm not the answer, this album, this song, these records,They ain't yo answerI don't know the answerBut I know, I know who got the answerAnd let's all point to the savior together boyLook I ain't perfect neither is youBut let's look to the man that knows itI'll walk with you boy I promise youPray for me, I'll pray for you let's raise ourKids boy, we don't have to may models out thereI know like you know let's set a new standard for fathersLet's be there for our kids
