The Cool Thing To Do

[Intro] Niece: Hey uncle, whatchu doin'? Blueprint: Aw, just, uh, writin', just writin' down my thoughts Little song I'm trying to finish up N: Yeah? What's it about? B: Well, it's kind of about, you know, girls and they grow up And how they be feelin' pressure to do stuff And... boys, and... just advice I have to give you some day N: Can I hear it? [Verse One] I know it might seem like the cool thing to do But having sex with him ain't the best thing for you You worry too much about what they think of you Girl don't define you by what they think is cool You wanna be with him cause he is the hottest thing in school He got the newest gear, and he got the cleanest shoes But take my advice girl: Don't be a fool Before you get involved with him you gotta have rules Rule number 1 Make him call you first Then ask him if he goes to church Not the church alone makes you better than anyone But if he is only out for sex he'll definitely run Rule number 2 might seem kinda wrong But tell him you got older brothers even if you don't Tell him they're thug'd out and always around Let him know your last man got a beat down And when he asks you, "Will they do that to me?" You say, "Only if you raise your hand and never hit me." Rule number 3: Even if you don't practice it Tell him you are a virgin and you're all about abstinence You ain't having sex cause your parents ain't having it Your moms is real strict and your dad will have a fit And if you say that and he stays on the line Keep him around for a while He might be worth your time [Niece & Blueprint talking] N: That's really good uncle B: Thank you, thank you.. You know I.. Tryin' make you sure you know what you need to know cause.. It's gon' come the time that you gon' need that advice.. I mean, you're only 8 right now but.. Tryin' to look out N: Did you write some more? B: Yeah.. I gotta, i gotta a second verse I can let you check out You know, along the same lines N: I wanna hear it B: Okay I know it might seem like the cool thing to do But having a baby now ain't the best thing for you You worry too much about what they think of you Girl don't define you by what they think is cool You are a teenager But want a bundle of joy Somebody you can teach and hold, a girl or a boy But you got a life in your hands That ain't a toy How you gonna pay the bills when your not even employed? I know you think I'm hating just to call you out But you don't need a kid You need a paper route Have you even thought about what "being mom" is all about? Mom got a real job, mom don't go out Mom gotta drop the kid off at day care And when the kids is sick, mom gotta stay there I know it probably seems like it really ain't fair But she gotta work twice as hard cause pops ain't there Now you can go to sleep if you're feeling tired But soon you won't get to sleep if the baby's cryin' You gotta fix a warm bottle plus change the diapers Forget about the single moms you used to admire Your childhood is gone and you can barely remember that The innocence you had, nobody can bring it back Now your whole life is dirty diapers and Similac I hope you reconsider when you hear the facts