Okay, can I do one more?
It's really quick. So he said,
"Blow black mother, black mother.
" He always announce the title and say,
"black mother." This is rap, this is hip hop,
this is all that, from the street. Poetry from the street
Black mother, I must confess that I still breathe
Though you are not yet free
What could justify my prying?
Stop forgive my coward's heart
But blame me not for sheepish needs
While we sleeping in a deep-deep sleep
And I be hazed and dazed and
Fight especially for my hair
Black mother, I curse your drudging years
Your rapes, heart aches, sweat, and tears
But I swear on siege night
Dark and gloom
A rose I wear to honor you
And when I fall, a rose in hand
You will be free and amen for slave of
Can't balance out the two damn flies
I'd rather be without the shame
A bullet lodged within my brain, black mother
