Propaganda (US) - 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 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 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 bu*t 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 (Chorus) 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 (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 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, 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... (Chorus) 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 (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 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 (Talking) 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