Never Know Why CunninLynguists (Ft. Immortal Technique)

[Verse 1: Deacon The Villain]
Put her out in the cold, didn't want her close to he
'Cause his granddaughter's different than she's suppose to be
Diluted their genes, it stopped the music, it seemed
That they'd only seen polluted stream, and that wasn't clean
Said he could almost no longer stand to breathe
From this pure horror, more worse than Amityville
So what's next? Don't answer me, yield (yup)
This is a normal occurrence, not something randomly real
Ain't even allowed visits over a child's pigment
His in-crowd ign'ant; her situation wild, isn't it?
Hard times, baby daddy grinds to support
His mother and a few other friends privately in her fort
For short stays, ya know? But more aid was needed
Baby is like a year and a half old now and speaking
More than I can say about that man with his child
They can't even come face-to-face and share smiles
Raining pure pain on her life by staying distant
Like she spawned a fucking anti-Christ or a Satan infant
Blatant mentions about family blood won't leave
Loves her deeply, but evil sends its opposite feed (Old fashioned)
Too set in his ways to ever relate
If he could just set it aside, there'd be heaven to pay
Then, weathered and aged, time swept him to grave
Love conquers all? Shit, I'd say that area's grey