Not just the Brotha’s fault. written by: Lyric Dysin (986 hits)
Grandma retires to daycare, ‘cause young momma just don’t care, Ever since the morn’n father split. Says it hurts her too much to commit Cause lil’ bit has got his daddy’s eyes and forehead size, his ears and chin, leaving grandma to step in-off balanced.
She’s so frail, hanging in on three bottles of medicine. With no strength to chastise, seeds grow wild before her eyes And so she prays, it’s just a phase.
While the widow next door raised a wolf to one day protect her, Fed him barbwire and bullets to make him immune Washed his hair in battery acid, killing brains cells so he’ll never mature into a free thinker. Afraid to die alone, She cooks misery and barbeques the ministry So he’ll never fly. She serves him conspiracy, so he’ll never try And fries diabetes and high blood to amputate his walk She birthed a genius and raised a drop out, after sewing a soulless crop And yet, she’s satisfied… And yet, she’s satisfied… Just to have a man by her side.
