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    THE SOUL OF A BLACK MAN

    I don't sweat my past
    Unless U bludgeon me with yours
    I don't care if the score
    Is four
    Or
    Landing against my will
    On a foreign shore

    I don't sweat the hit list
    I was deemed a terroroist
    Before the word was defined
    Nat Turner's rebellion
    Killed me and mine
    Multiple times

    I don't seek a copyright on corruption
    A patent on pain
    What is the gain
    If I'm running in place
    All that does is help you
    Focus your aim

    I don't sing Negro spirituals
    And celebrate Martin Luther King
    'Cuz I dig hearing the disenfranchised
    The wretched
    The despised
    Plaintive wails when they sing
    I am a man
    My birth from the earth
    An earthling

    I don't concede
    So what you think is sociological greed
    Is actually a refusal 2 bleed
    I've been Crippin
    My Blood before the Bible was written
    If I'm shy it's only because for your love
    I've been twice bitten

    So you hear my screams
    And while you sleep peacefully
    I have nightmares when I dream
    U represent the stripes
    But I am the seam
    The glue
    Without me
    Old Glory
    Is gory
    Through and through

    So you hear my diatribe
    And say black man is at it again
    But let's not pretend
    Never did I intend
    2 win
    I just refuse 2 be defeated
    I kill mine
    It's on page 46
    Next 2 Garfield, Charlie Brown and Viagra signs
    Black on black crime
    Sign of the times
    Doesn't even register while you stand
    In the Mega Million Lottery Line
    And you got the nerve 2 say
    What's the problem
    It's 2011 everything should be fine

    I don't try 2 be Tiger Woods
    'Cuz the woods got a lot of trees
    And I'm a strange fruit still
    James Bryd Jr
    Against his will
    My name ain't Marcus
    But I do read Garvey
    Simultaneously
    Tryin 2 convince my
    Lady
    All black men don't think like
    Steve Harvey

    I don't admit 2 being what I'm not
    Try not 2 live in a constant state of readiness
    But I swear it feels sometimes
    I'm surrounded by angry cops
    Not tryin 2 read my writes
    Nah if I say the wrong thing
    The pendulum swings
    And I don't walk into my house that night

    I don't deny being hyper sensitive
    2 light
    Man I've become
    Aquainted with the night
    Bet you didn't know
    In city after city
    Black men pray for snow
    Or torrential rain
    Anything to ease the pain
    And catch our breath
    Before we walk back into 500 murders
    A year
    the Answer my friend
    Ain't blowin
    In the wind
    My tears are from
    Mortal fear

    So we call each other
    Brother
    'Cuz truth be
    We
    All all we have
    The Million Man March
    Was a salve
    But even on that special day
    Amidst Black Brother's peace and harmony
    The government
    Emptied Washington, D.C.
    Why?
    What makes me and mine the enemy
    In the midst
    Just because I sing in the key of freedom
    And By Any Means Necessary raise my fist

    So why when Brothers get together
    All past drama fades
    Is it the sacrifices we've made?
    Or are we tired of being sacrificed
    For the right price?
    Is it the kinship we feel?
    Or are we fed up with our kin's
    Skin
    Being peeled
    On fake appeals
    2 a judicial system
    That want me 2 be a piston
    In the engine
    At least Slave Drivers didn't fake the funk
    They said welcome 2
    Yo..WHAT IN THE HELL
    IS A HOUSE OF DETENTION
    I good damn good grades in skool
    I paid attention
    And I still do
    'Cuz I don't care whether a brotha
    Is 22, 32, or 42
    When black and white
    Fight
    Black turns 2 blue
    With shades of red
    Damn right I'm not afraid 2 die
    But who is gonna tell my daughter
    Your daddy is dead
    And how did I die
    Murder in the 1st, 2nd 3rd degree?
    Or justifiable homicide
    Did I catch it in the back by Black
    Or was I taken for a ride
    Did I slide
    Or get blown off of my feet?
    At the Compton Swap Meet?
    Or in Houston
    Or San Antone
    Or Naw'Leans
    Or the Tidewater
    Or the 5 buroughs
    Or the Ill a Delph
    Did I respect myself ?
    Did I pretend?
    How did I meet my end?
    And more importantly
    Does my demise mean
    Life can begin again?
    What whould you do if
    You didn't have me 2 apprehend?
    Would Max security Jails exist?
    Yo..
    I know I can be evil me and mine
    But many times
    I was just mindin mine
    And you couldn't resist
    'Cuz how dare I
    Expose American lies
    And stand like John Carlos
    Raisin my fist
    Who gave me that right?
    Look in the mirror
    And see the love
    You taught 2 fight
    Might
    Don't make me right
    It' s made me
    Sadly
    An afterthought
    Dawg I ain't gonna
    Run
    We brothers been on the hustle a long time
    Whatever you gonna do 2 us
    It's fine
    But just remember
    WE STAND
    BACK 2 BACK
    BLACK 2 BLACK MAN
    Always
    Alpha 2 your Omega
    KIn
    2
    Your
    Klan
    How then can you ever hope 2 understand
    THE
    SOUL
    OF
    A BLACK
    MAN!

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    • 14 January 2011
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