Parental Advisory - Funky DL

All I know is true is…

This love I have for you…

This for the Women that be using their kids

As a weapon against the Fathers, cos they think they ain’t shit

(reverse that)

This for the absent Fathers leaving em' stuck

As single parents in the struggle not giving a fuck!

VERSE ONE

A baby is born and that’s without an obligation

To become the mediation to its parents complications

Early in its life’s journey

It don’t need to be feeling like an attorney

In disputes that are dirty and blurry

Just because the parents couldn’t get they act togther

No one’s really saying that thm parents should be trapped together

But if the Mom and Dad can lay down on they back together

Both of them responsible and that’s a fucking fact forever

So that should never be forgotten

Cos the poison that comes out of this

Can make some children rotten in their minds

About who they are and those who really got they back

This causes impact on whether they be straight or slack

No child ever wanna feel like they Daddy don’t care

Or they Mommy treat em' funny cos they Daddy ain’t there

I hear them talk about no interference

Cos I’m playing both parents

Like they making an appearance in a play

But this is not a game, this a little life

Needing more than looking up to someone doing little right

It’s like they nurturing a flower with a little light

Just because they broke up with their partner in a bitter fight

Now they trash talk on Facebook and Twitter like

«I should get a medal, what I’m doing is the biggest hype»

Yo', but they made a decision to bring a child to this earth

With no major revisions to the way they act

And everything’s a public exhibition

Like it ain’t a job for life, it’s a simple intermission

And no I ain’t the type to just be on some criticism

But we want these kids to listen when they parents ain’t listening

All I know is true is… this love I have for you

VERSE TWO

Since when has a child been an accessory?

A life decoration in need of no necessity?

No dependency, ancillary to a pregnancy

Just a pleasantry or arsenal to your weaponry

Raising them with jealously and very little empathy

Effectively, crushing their chance of something heavenly

Lacking all of life’s remedies

So essentially from their birth registry to adulthood

They’ll never be equipped with the crown jewels of parenthood

It’s like the passing of a baton in a race just like a parent should

You gotta bring em' to the most profitable place

Before you let go, so they can continue the race

Cos you never get the chance to ever replace

A fucked up childhood provided with no embrace of love

From people who supposed to care about them most

Instead they ghost cos they’re fully engrossed

In some bullshit notion that they doing everything correct

Never taught em no respect, sitting on the internet

Smoking on a cigarette, hasn’t made the dinner yet

Daddy placed another bet, but hasn’t had a winner yet

I ain’t the type to be on some criticism

But we want these kids to listen when they parents ain’t listening

I ain’t the type to be on some criticism

But how they gonna listen if all we do is dismiss em'?