One 2 one 2..one 2 one 2..one..2...one..2
Is the mic on?
Okay...
I say 2 thee
Come round
2
The Lounge
And join the party
BLACK MEN UNITED
In our destiny
No slights
No fights
No acrimony
Slice the ropes
Jealousy
Yes we are free
2 destroy
Of restore
Our community
Enuf space is available
No
Need 2 pee
Pon the wretched earth
Where I
Plant my tree
No need 2 revolt
We're all revolutionary
Exposing minds
2 the
Prime
Black aristocracy
A king 2 U
U a king 2 me
Our purpose
2 produce
A Black decree
Respect given
Respect due
The way it should be
We are cut
From a different
Vibe
The pride
Inside
We can
All surmise
No need 4 subterfuge
No clandestine
Suprise
Don't fire
Till we higher
In our ladies
Eyes
Can't catch the wind
Fighting over
The prize
Ain't no better
Or who is best
Black man grow old
Surviving the test
We all got stigmata
Pon we chest
Fighting the
Hype
Of stereotype
2 abreast
Verily...verily..verily
I say 2 my brothers
Ain't about love
We MUST
Respect each other
What one man don't have
Another can give
No more crabs in the barrell
We all can live
We all know
The pot is hot
Water boiling
With brothers shot
Walking 2 party
Gettin frisked by cops
The Brother
Who shot Huey Newton
Was selling rock
No need 2 pose
We all got
C--KS
Some got a little
Some got
A lot
But it ain't what ya got
It's how U flow
Ask any woman
Man
They all know
The glide
In your
Stride
Is what attracts
Not your arrogance
Or Ur worthless
Artifacts
I ain't tryin
2 be Che Geuvara
In Bolivia
Or die pon a mountain
Of hatred
From hypothermia
We all have. Love
4 the diaspora
So let's stop
All the intercine
Intifada
I got plenty P-SS
In me bladda
But I won't
Pee
Or Ur
Tree
Or use Ur back 4
A ladda
Just chill
Swill
Beer
And eat fried fish platta
Verily...verily..verily
Brother
I respect you
So let's gain the appreciation
Of Mel, jill, Brenda, Wize, Jaz, hot69 and Sister 2
2Senuf
But envy
Make a crowd
Let's be
Black
Men
United
And shout
It loud
So our forefathers
Can hear we spit
From the grave
Brother
The man U protect
Is one who will save
Ya A--S
When the white man
Catch ya smokin grass
Don't mean 2 be
Rude or be crass
But the Brothers in Lounge
Could teach a Black History Class
All voices in our Collective
Could reach even higher
But ain't no lead singers
In this
Black Man Chior
Situation is critical
Somewhat dire
I want 2 know the meaning
Of Brotherly Love
Before I expire
So take thse words
From Ur Brotha D'ee
And remember that
If ya don't stab me in mineI GOT UR BACK!


