I Ain't Got a Answer

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