To kick it, on the asphalt Savannahs
'cause flour sack face teachers
don’t reach, teach, lace me up
‘bout my cultural ancestral masteries
how I raised ten ton stones, stacked
Kemet’s Sphinx’s, Pyramids or Imhotep,
men’s mysteries ponder how Black Titans
engineered man’s universal pillars!
Why do I know more ‘bout presidents,
vile moral criminals, the States first
bangers, United Black people peddlers
Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln?
Than I do ancestors freedom Masters
Hannibal, Fredrick Douglass,
Denmark Vesey and Nat Turner!
Sis’tah’z and Brotha’z arm up wit’ you
cultivate your crumb crushers fingers
growth in doses of take a suture
and sew future in infant minds!
Hey ‘Lil Bro’ don’t kill your kind
bury the Nine, reload your minds
create your own yokes, plant your thumbs
in the X-Box market, leave the Ball
on the corner and rush Wall Street, net
going up NBA style, turn pocket profits,
Bank swoll faces in black jugs,
man fluency, take a course in you,
stack up red bricks and build the first Black House!
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