Ok, why my child is always getting picked on
I’m so sick of this shit, its like a damn love song
Did he do his schoolwork, do he fight too much
I heard the only reason that he fight because kids try to take his lunch
Even the teachers don’t like him, failing him on a regular bases
Its like he’s a Gemini with all those changing faces
One minute he’s happy, the next minute he’s mad, running in and out the kitchen
Its like he’s a Gemini, he change faces faster than a New York minute
Daddy’s a dead beat, so I am daddy and momma
He hasn’t talk to his father since last summer
Parent /teacher day, schools let out a little early
I have to get up to the school, almost late, have to hurry
Have to find a parking space, there’s one, the day is a almost over
I have lost my phone, there it is, have to put it on my side, in the phone holder
Why in the hell everybody looking upside my head
Bout to go off, but no, let me go look at myself in the mirror instead
As I talk to this woman, she really is making no damn sense
As I talk to this woman, she really is making me pissed
My boy is not mentally retarded mam, and run your test, I really don’t give a damn
He can read, he reads to me nightly, the dictionary, not to be bragging, even green eggs and ham
That’s why he can’t make the honor roll, I’m goin to write a letter
What you mean, its not going to do nothing, it will if I go to the mayor
You know what, I’m sick of your games; I don’t want to take it to court
Fuck me, no fuck you bitch, by this time next Thursday, I will see your ass in court.