Lyrics Parental Advisory - Funky DL

Parental Advisory

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'?