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Oh Mery Mercy me, not another one My young black brother struck down by a gun And over what, this time as if there is ever a good reason……. Y’all brothers better duck and dodge, because it’s huntin season And the game of the hunt is you….killing another brother because he’s sportin red or blue And then you wonder, why so many of our murders go unsolved- There’s no need to worry about the man James Earl ray,or the Klu Klux Klan It’s now the Police man- Or US…Making their job, that much more simple or can you not see. They don’t mind giving us a mule and forty acres, as long as this is where we bury………… the bodies Of brothers and sisters whose cold eyes still hold onto warm dreams Strung out on the thug life, eyes empty like some dope fiend And we, we have the nerve to go on these marchin crusades With all this street preachin and rallies- Don’t think that for a minute that the problem lies in the decaying black family. Too quickly to speak on what someone else is not doing. Lets take a second…No!…….. lets take a minute………………. to look at our own sin I ask you, how can we expect our young black boys to grow up and be responsible……………………… men? When the only man they know in their life, can just teach them the rules of hustling And most of the things that they learn in this life Is from a young black woman just struggling to get by. It has to be hard for a woman to teach a young boy the rules of being grown, When most of the time, if I may speak….Awww hell I been doing it ( speaking the truth) He’s the head of the home. We need to stop pretending, lets face reality when tragedy comes Always got that fool on the news , hollering and sounding real dumb. It’s truly not hard to not realize why our brothers are dying right and left. When the sanctity of our home is something we have not kept. things will only change- when parents stand up and say that enough is enough. Don’t wait until the streets raise them and then…Yes! I said it……….and then you try and get tough. Teach em the value of a dollar earned from the good ol fashioned nine to five teach them that every one is precious, let em know the value of human lives teach em that being a real man means loving God first Teach em how to love themselves and value
their own worth…. Oh! Mercy Mercy Me.. how much more can I take? Damn! another Nubian caught up in a tragic mistake so damn busy, thinking that he loves you so much- loving him so much that you reached down into your soul to touch Places that you should have held more importance to you than a night on the town, intoxicated by a few brews and you staring at a dark sky, only lit by a few stars gave up all you own in the back seat of a car to someone that won’t remember, when the sun breaks through the horizon of a blue sky………………….. Damn Girl! so many, many men, and so many, many lies. lies that you have repeated to yourself as you lay alone in your bed stories stuck on repeat play in your head- as you ponder is this all I am ever going to be a lost girl pregnant again or riddled with disease. Sista…I am a dude no doubt but let’s not pretend that I don’t know this story as It is being told your pain is staked in fairy tales that you were sold. A romantic tale of life laced in the clouds of sweet happily ever afters hoping to find that prince, a white picket fence two kids and that is all that matters in pursuit of this dream…………………
Aww, girl, there is so much more I have left out- our older queens fail to tell our princesses what life is truly about. I’m here to tell you life ain’t about sitting at home, watching Love and hip hop eating whatever….and scratching the back of your suga daddy. You should be going to school, working hard, paying your bills and rocking your own caddy- take a minute sista….realize the strength that is flowing through your veins Harriet, Angela, Rosa too….to many strong black women for me to name but y’all Nawl……….. let me back this thang up…Some of y’all- think your prowess is manifested through laying on your back, but if you see yourself with your strength in standing upright there is nothing you could lack it’s hard to turn the world on its shoulders when you are still up in a mess, thoughts twisted and distorted by a shameful past that you think is too painful to forget. I ask you sista….take one minute to look, and you will see that those bonds have been loosed- there is no one holding you captive sista…The warden is simply you… Awww Mercy Mercy Me.
I ponder often and I have so much more to say as I watch this world change, evolve changing/digressing every day It used to be when I walked out with my woman, I was checking for Earl and Tim nowadays I can’t go to the show sto without acking a fool………….. because I have to check Danielle and Kim. Damn Y’all- I’m frustrated………….. as I wonder how long Y’all gon fall because the game got you set up in a section 8 house, gettin that check, that EBT card and you remain the same. What kind of world is it when lil Wayne and Birdman kiss on tv- and then we get all riled up because Janet half exposed…so someone calls the FCC Yeah ! I get pissed off because people are upset that we have a president with the name Obama but want to say I can’t get out of the past when I talk about the Terrorism of Black Wall Street Check your history people..I’m talking about the Bombings of Black Oklahoma I’m tired of hearing about Aids and Cancers diseases, that same to warrant no cure I’m tired of watching CNN and Fox and flashing scenes of breaking news I’m tired Y’all walking up in church and seeing the same old you.
You who comes each Sunday wiping tears and shouting Amen Sitting in front of the first lady and she looking at you like you her man And don’t forget about that Deacon calling you baby, but he is someone else’s man Y’all I aint got nothing against the church or most of the people that attend I’m just speaking about what I have witnessed, some of y’all just a straight up mess and that statement I will no amend Sunday Saints I call you..wearing a mask disguising your true Identities and Y’all have the nerve to say God bless, when this is how you choose to be Oh Lord, if you can hear me, through all this mess, Please forgive OH! MERCY, ME