This ain't one of your daddy's songs
I'm not known for imitation
I can't promise he won't like me but
He's not the one I want to listen
How you gonna say you know better than me
When most of you were raised off a TV screen
And half of you cross the street when you walk by me
The other half beg and plead that they're accepting
Am I the only one that sees it as a damn joke
Keep talking out your ass like it's your new throat
Or play a victim or a bigot on your next post
And try to change all the things that you reproduce
This ain't one of your daddy's songs
I'm not known for imitation
I can't promise he won't like me but
He's not the one I want to listen
You're comfortably complacent with how things became
And entertained by the conflict you think you hate
So either know what you are and stay in your place
Or learn of all the truths you stare in the face
It'll take a catastrophic disaster to bring us whole again
Not like we ever were
It'll take an army of preachers to set us back on track
And I know that they're misguided but it's better than what we have
This ain't one of your daddy's songs
I'm not known for imitation
But if I have to write them to convince him I will