Ignant Songs

lets go!
that baby ain't mine
"[Maury V.O.] I'm sorry, you are not the father"
bitch you heard maury
i ain't buyin' no carseat
and i ain't finna take care of no freak
not me not me
you ain't gettin no trust up outta my check
but i will pay for that DNA test
i ain't buyin no huggies, don't dress him like me that ain't my lil buddy
dem ain't my lips and them ain't my eyes you can keep them big pitchas and the wallet size
that baby got a big nose girl look at mine you can play blind but girl you needa stop tryin
you can stop cryin girl you can stop cryin
you done pick the wrong one baby this time it aint my problem shawty
i cant smell ya
take him by my momma house girl she'll tell ya
Dat baby dont look like me
"shes a stankin slut, she needa keep her knees closed, that baby look nothin like me that baby cock eyed and i got squinty eyes,we look different from head to toe"
"you think this baby looks like any of ya'll"
"now children, what do you say when you meet a nice man"
"are you my daddy?"
naw naw naw naw naw that baby look just like the reggae sean paul
and between me and you on the low low all the curly hair that baby look like polo
Im tryna tell ya i ain't that baby pappy he way to crunk you betta try lil scrappy
Now i might be high but the more i look at him, shawty look like T.I.
I can't lie we was doin our thing, but thats a nappy head baby you betta try tpain
Naw mayne i can't claim him im light skined that baby black like akon
When i beat we didnt go meat to meat, you betta call petey pablo didnt he say your name on freak a leak?
Shit try gucci mane bitch he might be but that baby dont look like me
Dat baby dont look like me

--"That Baby Don't Look Like Me", Shawty Putt featuring Lil Jon

Sitting in my car listening to this song on the radio, I felt such anger and sadness. I mean, of all things to make a song about. (Although this song comes on the heels of "Dance Like a White Boy" by Question?) These Negros make me sick, and they are not part of my liberation. That is not to excuse the women that are also a part of the paternity crisis, but they can't exactly make a song about it. The fact that Shawty Putt is profiting (however minimally) off of the actual dilemmas that face Black women just shows you just how deeply rooted Black patriarchy is.

Of course this song would not be possible without the white man, in this case Maury Pauvich. For years--or is it decades now?--he's has made a living off the backs of Black people, pretending to give a damn about the women who come to him for help but laughing on the inside--along with the rest of his audience. He has made "I'm sorry, but you are not the father" a common joke among Black folk. His shows are all the same, with a long drawn out introduction, verbal abuse by the two parties, and then {drumroll} the results. More often than not, the man is not the father. The men go whooping up and down the stage, the women run blinded by tears backstage, all for the benefit of ratings. How can you sleep at night, Maury, knowing you are supporting this by normalizing it?

In all this, what about the children? Selfish bastards. I know I'm being very partial and not very analytical, but these kinds of songs that glorify the negro life make me angry. And tired.