I Ain’t Got An Answer

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Propaganda] When it's apparent that you have 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 AYSO scrimmages no more No football practice lil league movie nights no You drive him too his cute little puppy love girlfriend's doctor's appointment She got a date with the 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 feel kin to 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 whose 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 - huh, YOLO Yo, and as your momma drops you off at the mall Remember as you scope out them Dunks That 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 you 20 bucks It's your turn, I don't know what to tell you I ain't got an answer [Hook] I ain't got an answer I ain't got an answer I ain't got an answer (oh no) 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 [Verse 2: Sho Baraka] 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 playing with my phone Playin' on his own Will he shed a tear when I'm gone? I'm wrestling with the shame of an outsider view of me His life is a spotlight on my own insecurities But I know his laugh, it lights up a thousand rooms And when he speaks to me, it's just like a flower blooms This has just become my own digital diary I'm at the doctor's office just hoping 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... [Hook] I ain't got an answer 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 [Verse 3: Propaganda] When it's apparent that you have failed as a parent You cancel a quinceanera, cause lil mamas finna be one Scroll through your brains, iPhone, and unopened emails How many daughters hugs did I not reply to? 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 to She in a fetal position now carrying a fetus Your worldview officially has left the philosophical And is layin in your living room considering abortion Them eighth grade boys is textin naked pictures of 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 [Outro: Propaganda, (Sho Barka)] 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? (Nah homie, I ain't got an answer.) 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 many models out there I know like you know Let's set a new standard for fathers Let's be there for our kids