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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 Letras de cancionesHomie 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 From Letras Mania