When it's apparent that you failed as a parent
Too busy tryna pay rent
Homie now what?
Long gone are the days
You ain't takin yo little big head
To a-so scrimmages no more
No football practice lil league movie nights no
You drive him too his cute little puppy love's girlfriend's doctor's appointment

She got a date with a sonogram
Your boy is officially a statistic - now what?
Your lil man, he barely sproutin' peach fuzz
He wanna be just like you
He writes poetry
He fill kin the buffalo soldiers you chuckle
We live in the suburbs
I work too hard for you to not struggle
You don't know what you talkin' about

You soon find that socio-economic status does nothing for a skin color
To them he just a well dressed coon, who's parents got lucky
He's the butt of subliminal jokes
Like his friends refer to rap as jungle jive
They see him and go "yo homie yo!" that's how ya'll talk right?
He's checked out
He's found other outlets
His good grades don't fix his

Depraved brain
He believes the gospel of young money - yolo
Yo, and as your mommy drops you off
At the mall remember as you spoke about them dunks
And every bite you take of that number 1, animal style is a bite
You stole from your daughters tummy
Them dunks is about a month's worth
Of diapers and food you finna put on your feet

Homie this is your fault
Your job
Your responsibility
Don't get mad when momma won't give ya 20 bucks
It's your turn, I don't know what to tell you
I ain't got an answer

I ain't got an answer
When it's apparent, that you have failed as a parent
Homie I ain't got an answer
Man I ain't got an answer
Homie I ain't got an answer
I don't know

It's apparent sometimes I think I've failed as a parent
And my son having autism is rough
But maybe he don't speak because words don't say much
Maybe he don't need words to communicate his love
And sometimes his silence causes me to stumble
It's possible he's a version of me that's more humble
And I think my child finds more joy in playin with my phone
Than 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, and
Eyein' in on securities
But I know his laugh, it lights up a thousand rooms
And when he speaks to me it just like a flower blooms
This has just become my own visual diary

I'm at the doctor's office just hopin they
Would lie to me. That my son would be alright
But if he's not, my son would be alright. Because he is God's
Autism, sickle cells, or down syndrome
Still keepin the faith in the midst of hard livin'
We stand together cause we have no other place to go
My son and I we live and fight even tho

I ain't got an answer
When it's apparent, that you have failed as a parent
Homie I ain't got an answer
Man I ain't got an answer
Homie I ain't got an answer
I don't know

When it's apparent that you have failed as a parent
You cancel a quinceanera, cause lil mamas finna be one
Scroll through your iphone and unopened emails
How many daughters hugs did I not reply too?
You ain't lyin to me I know that song that you sing
And that promise ring was real cute but it's really for the parents
She ain't savin it for marriage
And never had plans too
She in a fetal position

Now carrying a fetus
Your worldly efficiently has left the philosophical
Is layin in your living room considering abortion.
Them eighth grade boys is textin naked
Pictures and your daughter to each other
Now what? And baby girl them is yo panties
As his facebook picture, now what?
This is your fault and I ain't got an answer
Dad sit in it, soak in it, stew in it
You failed
Better get it together boy she needs you more than ever
And I ain't got an answer

It's like that moment when you realize the pinnacle,
And modern psychology has failed you.
At the end of modern psychology homie.
All that junk, it fails.
And yo little girl, yo little boy he ain't the person you trained him to be.
Look, I don't know. Man,
I don't know, I don't know the answer.
Sho, you know? (I ain't know.)
Homie look all that stuff we gotta get our heads outs the sand homie

Life is happenin with our children.
Look I'm not the answer, this album
This song, these records they ain't yo answer.
I don't know the answer.
But I know, I know who got the answer.
And let's all point to the savior together boy!
Look I ain't perfect - neither is you.
But let's look to the man that knows it

I'll walk with you boy I promise you.
Pray for me, I'll pray for you.
Let's raise our kids boy, we don't have to may models out there.
I know like you know
Let's set a new standard for fathers.
Let's be there for our kids

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