I Ain't Got An Answer

When it's apparent that you have failed as a parent

Too bust tryna pay rent, Homie now what?

Long gone in a daze. You ain't takin yo little bug hair 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 yo boy is officially a statistic now what? Yo lil man,

He barely sproutin peach fuzz. He wanna be just like you. He writes poetry.

He fill a kick with 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 so see oh 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

Gunk's. And every bite you take of that number 1, animal style is a bite

You stole from your daughters tummy. Them gunk's is about a month's worth

Of diapers and food you fit a world 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

X3. 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 cuz 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. Cause he is God's. Autism, 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 go. My son and I we live and fight even tho... I

Ain't got an answer x3. 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 feta be one. Scroll

Through your brain's I Phone 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 lemme show panties as yo 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? Homie look all that

Stuff we gotta get our heads outs the sand homie. Life is happenin wit 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.