Welcome to welfare—or rather, welcome back
To ensure your return I offered you crack
In tiny rocks and slender glass
And slender hips and gracious ass—and poof! Welcome back!

Welcome back!

Welcome back to welfare—no, I ain’t hatin’,
I just know your lifestyle—what kept you waitin’?
Welcome back, welcome back—and your seat isn’t even cold
But I just made room for your 12 year old
She ignored the words of the older heads
And as soon as she could she spread her legs
So sadistic twisted maladjusted seeds
Can shoot down her tubes to feed her eggs—yeah, welcome back!

Welcome back!

Welcome back—and we thought you’d lose it
Until we got you hooked on this ghetto music
“Wipe me down wipe me down let your shoulder lean,
My lipgloss be poppin’”, know what I mean?
Stay tat-tat-tatted up and stuntin’ like yo’ moms
Gettin’ cash for her ass from anonymous Johns
Hungry for her food--and yes she got ‘em
Focused on her laffy taffy and Apple Bottom!
You got hypnotized by slow-talkin’ boys
With too much noise and triflin’ ghetto toys
And your poise left with your critical thinkin’
Hot sex on a platter now got you stinkin’
But thank goodness for a easy way to relieve
Vaginal itch—thanks, Summer Eve!
And thanks very much, today’s music of choice
You missed too much school and flunked—now rejoice!
You hated the structure and lessons of learning
Now you wait for the 1st and 15th—while you’re burnin’—welcome back, sista!

Welcome back!

Welcome back—and we almost lost you!
When you got that scholarship to Purdue
But even smart girls love them thug dummies
With slick words wrap ‘em tight like some mummies
Add some dirty south rhythm and beats
Skeet skeet skeet skeet between the sheets
And now you’re late for your monthly flow
Say peace to the dorm as you hit the do’—and welcome back!

Welcome back!

Welcome back—and you thought you got away!
But we brought you back courtesy of D’Andre!
Tell me, how could you ignore the words
Of those who wanted your life beyond the absurd?
How many told you to stay away from him
Unless you want a future grim?
How many tried to cool your milkshake
Before it soured with too many mistakes?
How many women already in the system
Warned you not to do the same—how could you miss ‘em?
Didn’t you see yo’ mama struggle
Tryin’ to get food, formula and some snuggle
From brothas who know undercover
That welfare mamas make the best lovers?
Didn’t you see sistas and female kin
Fall victim to some juice and gin
And got loose with him and him and once again
You slip into a trap called Section 8
And you think a bridge card and low rent is great
But sooner or later you tire of the system
And try to flip into the role of victim
—but not so fast! It ain’t that easy
To recover from a life a tad too sleazy
Consequences extend beyond the generation
Unless there’s some veneration and regeneration
Of keepin’ your pants up and your skirt down
And if he’s wearin’ 18 colors, consider him a clown,
Of saving yourself until after school
As a lawyer or doctor—and don’t marry a fool!
No matter how hot or cool he may seem
What peasant has a right to sleep with a queen?
Yet and still, you called the adults haters
“You don’t know me! Ya’ll instigaters!”
But we’ve lived long enough to have seen this before
4 or 5 seeds before you’re 24
To those who made a mistake, we’ll cut you some slack
But to those who created a lifestyle—welcome back!

Welcome back, welcome back welcome back!