Of his misrepresentation, degradation and emasculation,
Today he’s a large percentage of the incarcerated population
Although I am woman… I can understand my man’s frustration!
Strive my brothers…fight for your dreams!
Some achievable… some believed to be extreme
Take a drag
then blow it out!
Alleviate yourselves of drama
That’s not what it’s all about
Let it go… My Brothers… Come on!
My beautiful Sun of 5%...
My street corner brother with ill intent
My Christian Brothers… My Rasta Dread Head Kings…
My flashy brothers wearing those diamond rings
My brothers rocking those twisted extensions
My Muslim brothers, My brothers who witness Jehovah… with good intentions
My wall street brothers, My brothers down at the mission
My brothers down on the Mason Dixon… getting in that good fishing
My hustling brothers on the corner selling drugs… My rough neck brothers… labeled thugs
My brothers making millions from recording contracts…
My medical advising brothers preventing heart attacks
My brothers I adore you
My bothers I implore you
Don’t cave… you’re no longer that field slave
You are emancipated… You now have the opportunity to be educated
Digest this cultural knowledge… Your conscience will be elevated
Don’t get complacent and forget what the struggle was for
Get about the business of opening new doors
No war was ever won without proper meditation and adequate mental rest
So before you set out to do your best…
Take a drag if you must
But blow it out!
Alleviate yourself of drama
Find the courage to work it out
Let that stress go… Blaque Kings… Come on!