Men of the mother land join in hands
Men of the mother land let the bars that hold you slave rapidly erode,
Not just physically but mentally strip away from their backwards thinking.
Men of the mother land protect your woman and child ..
They take what you hold most precious & men of the mother land know your roots , how the deserts of Africa are imprinted on the heel of your foot.
You've got survival instincts because for many years our people had to fight to still exist.
Brothas of the kingdom filled with queens of many shades , give your strength and wisdom to your child because it takes a village and we don't need anymore fathers running out.
Brothas of the kingdom , your skin is the steel of your inner being , respect the tough layers God gave us & know that bees don't sting metal..
This world believes you are inferior but they fear you , say that you a danger to society but haven't thought that maybe your the endangered species.
Brothas of the kingdom know that your ancestors were the creators of human civilization , once you were tribal leaders because I see crowns upon your head and warrior marks carved into your skin.
Men of the mother land , please no more judgement of our sistas , we don't need the hate from our own it's bad enough is world doesn't think we are beautiful but to have a man from the same race call us names hurts deeper than being whipped with chains..
Learn from each other and feed off the wisdom you each hold
Instead of hating and being anger use that to guide your nation
You don't have to be a football player or a rapper , you don't have to sell drugs or walk around with your pants to your ankles ..
You can be anything , a doctor , lawyer , teacher and even a preacher.
Black men , you have so much to give to the world , who said white was superior ..when Adam and Eve were of the Struggle.
Black men you are NOT thugs , you are the colors of one big portrait
Men of the mother land you're king of the jungle , compass Rose to your families journey ..
You say women are hard to please but all we need is to feel safe , a real man who speaks to her in a sweet tone , a man who gives her something to moan for and a real man who can provide for what he has , works for what he wants and we will take care of her
I'm so tired of seeing my brothas die , every time a trigga is pulled I feel like I'm being sent to my grave , buried alive
Stop killing each other but join at the power of one love , your gang doesn't matter now , your street doesn't define who you are , your past shouldn't dictate the future that's in you.. We have to fight and fighting comes with a price and if one of you make it .. It shows us that we all can
Brothas of the kingdom , your lips , your hair , & your pigment come in many varieties.
Stereotypes should not consume the mind you own but give you more reasons to be everything they hoped you never become.
Your excellence is never taken for granted in the hands of the Queens , your presence is never denied when you come home to a tribe who awaits your return day and night ..
I cry as I write this because I fear for the baby that is conceived of our love that when they face the world they will be gunned down ..
I cry as I write this because I know no matter what gender our seed will be .. They will be targeted by police and they call our race barbaric ...yet kill us because they can get away with the crime
Please my brothas , don't let our race die , the man is the foundation of the home and when he is not present ... You give one more black kid another sob story white people love to hear ..
Men of the kingdom , rich or poor , light or dark , young and old ...This is my cry out to you , please understand that one day ..we will bathe in the Nile river and walk nude among the lions .. Men of the kingdom you are Wanted .
