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 lot of 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 with a 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?//