Not just the Brotha’s fault. written by: Lyric Dysin

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.