Propaganda - I Ain't Got an Answer lyrics

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

Too busy trying to pay rent, Homie now what?

Long gone are the days

You ain't takin your little big 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 [1]... 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 social economic status does nothing for his 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 momma drops you off at the mall remember as you skope out them Dunk's

And every bite you take of that number 1, animal style is a bite

You stole from your daughters tummy

Them Dunk's is about a month's worth of diapers and food

You fit and put on your feet

Homie this is your fault, your job, your responsibility

Don't get mad when momma don't give ya twenty bucks

It's your turn, I don't know what to tell you

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,

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 insecurities

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 digital 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 though

I Ain't got an answer

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 iPhone and unopened emails

How many daughters hugs did I not reply too?

You ain't lyin to me I know that song you singing

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 world view officialy has left the philosophical

And 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 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, of 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 all that stuff look 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<br />

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Thanks to Christopher