He prepares his rap, He sets his trap, For that unleary girl. His voice so smooth, He makes his move, She enjoys his groove, As their night unfurls. Where is her wisdom? She sled it under the bed. Where is her control? The girl has lost her head. Must her wisdom lie on Tear stained ground? Is there a place of consolation Where answers may be found? Will she hold her head up high, When others talk? Will parents speak angrily Through clenched teeth, "It's all your fault!" Is there an answer behind The question marks? Must pain and ignorance feed Upon her like hungry sharks? There is a place where anwsers Dwell behind the question marks. This place is gentle, yet a sword, Piercing through hurt hearts. It will be tuff, but you can Stand in the mud that's being slung. It might be ruff, but please restrain. Don't you touch that gun. Jesus is your answer Behind that question mark. Let Him set you free from guilt And bring you out of the dark. Let Him be yo moma Let Him be yo dad. He can be all of those things That most folks never had. He is the answer Behind the question mark.