Dead Beat // デッドビート
I look in the hood and I ask "where the fathers at?"
I see tons of mothers but neh, not a lotof dads
The kids are embittered and bad makin' momma mad
In public she's cussin' and slappin' 'em on the ave
No ring on her finger which adds to the drama had
Her clothes are exposin' her crack almost all her back
She want 'em the holla, in fact she's a holla back
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that beat
Dudes be runnin' through tappin' and fallin' back
None of 'em love her they brag, never call her back
Her youth are confused with her actions and all of that
She's tryin' to find 'em a dad witha lot of cash
The picture they're givin' is wack but she models that
Unless something better is happenin' they'll follow that
They buggin' for frontin' but cats want their father back
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that beat
They older and growing too fast chasin' dollar stacks
The son has been runnin' with crack dealer talkin' trash
The daughter is caught in the trap always on her back
The both of them don't know the half of the Father's wrath
A Christian is given compassion to holla at
The two of 'em usin' the tracts on the hotter aves
The bro is a soloist rappin' on top of tracks
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that beat
He's preachin' and teachin' the facts tryin' to model Acts
He's killin' the Phillip but dag that's a lot of swag
His pride and defiance are active and on attack
Was hurt in the church and he dag sho' ain't crawlin' back
He's sow his oats and he's dashin', he's not the cat
The type to disciple and have brothers on a path
Commited, equippin' and crap, that's a lot to ask
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that beat
He's missin' the mission and graspin' for knowledge that
Impresses the heads when they ask for an autograph
He thinks he's completin' the tasks that the Father asks, his vision is limited laskin' the broader vast
Scope of the hope that we have, the response to match
His role n the goal for the masses, he's not attached
Content independent and braggin' for nada black
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that beat
I look in the hood and I ask "where the fathers at?"
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that, beat
I look in the hood and I ask "where the fathers at?"
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that, beat
I look in the hood and I ask "where the fathers at?"
Off the track, murk it black, body that, murder that, beat
I see tons of mothers but neh, not a lot of dads
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?