Music: Michael R. Jackson
Chorus: We wanna know
What's going on in New York
We wanna know
What's going on in your life
With people, they live in any which-a-way
And to heck with what the B-I-B-L-E say
We wanna know
What's going on in New York
We wanna know
If you've been chasing your dream
Cause after what me and your dad went through
To send your Black booty to NYU
It appears you be just runnin' around
Without any direction
Without any direction
Without any direction
If that's what you really wanted to do
Then why ain't you just stay here?
THOUGHT: Cause you're selfish!
Chorus: Every time we call you up you just claim
That you done made some connection
THOUGHT: You're so full of doo-doo your eyes is brown!
Chorus: You can lie to yourself if you want
But you can't lie to me, dear
You runnin' around here with that MFA
So now you gonna write me a gospel play?
THOUGHTS: Like Tyler Perry!
Cause Tyler Perry writes real life!
Tyler Perry knows how to bring everything together with all the stories
And all the singing
And all the different people talking -
And Tyler Perry don't never forget to bring in the spiritshualities
Cause Tyler Perry loves his mama!
And the Lord!
So write a nice, clean, Tyler Perry-like gospel play for your parents, please?
It's the least you could do after all the love we done gave -
And all the money we done come off of
Unless you don't love your mama
Or the Lord