B. I. A.

Black in America
thanks CNN
now let me offer my spin
on the state of the black family, black man, and black female
Well, it’s really not a new tale
but it’s an ole’ story with loosely place glory
You know how mama raised me
“baby, don’t be like yo’ daddy”
But sadly enough, I’m just like him
Multiple mothers and multiple kids and all having a grudge
And a nigga judge extorting me
Because of his female constituency
I’m not knocking responsibility
but there must be some accountability on both sides
We all lack pride
and this maneuver to divide has solidify our mistrust of one another’s intents
So they trust the system more than me
Veiled in a false sense of independency refuting “we”
Thinking one is receiving more than the other
Teaching the child, “that ain’t yo’ real brother”
Because it’s a different mother and the complexion various from his color
Baby, get from under the umbrella and feel the rain
as angels tears open your eyes
So that you can see the prizes
cannot be won unless we are one
One to teach
One to reach
One to seek
One to correct
One to protect
One to care
One to share
One to bear
All that one another needs
and believe it or not America ain’t on our team