Black men …
Where have ya been?
Am I to believe ya don’t care about yo people’s
sufferin’?
Am I ta dink you would put
the weight of yo sons and daughters load
upon yo baby mama’s
shoulda?
Black men…
Why are you patrolin’ the night
lookin’ for fights
doin’ nothin’ wit yo life
cept smokin’ and drinkin’?
Don’t ya know a man who stays home is somethin'
Black men…
Where is the effort ta be
somebody?
You run 'round lookin' hopeless all da time
don't ya ever dream of bein'
better?
Black Men
Why ya don't respect me
yo African queen?
You come up in here actin' all tough and mean
lookin' for just one thing...
when I wanna give ya so much
mo.
Black Men
Why ya always
tune me out?
Why I gotta’ always
scream and shout
to be
heard ?
And even then, when it reaches
yo ears
it's humbled to nothin' but a
whisper.
Talk to me so I can understand
why you be
how you be.
Girl please…
Society can’t even figure me!
And I been studied on
fo years.
I’m a lab rat witha
cocked hat and
baggy jeans
ya dink ya got me down cause we share
da same genes
But ya don’t know me…
I’m angry!
Ya feel dat?
Trapped in a vicious cycle of “what has anybody ever done
fo me?”
So I aint even tryin'
ta give back.
YOU DON’T THINK I EVER HAD DREAMS?!?!?!
Once upon a time…
But they died
drowned in da fear and insecurity
of always feelin’ left alone.
When I reached out
no one reached back.
Now what kinda life do ya expect me
to live
based off dat?
Lookin' at me, ya wont see no hero
befo yo eyes...
not when I'm strugglin'
just ta survive.
You talk like ya tryin’ to stir up the
masses
but ya can’t preach to us g’s with hoodies
and dark glasses
Silence is golden
but in this case it killed
me.
If know one spoke ta me wit advice on how ta be a man
how can I teach so dat others
would understand?
Naw…it’s best dat my destiny
is out in the streets with its short life
expectancy…
or until da cops come
and take me away to da penitentiary
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