RZA - Be A Man Lyrics
{*sampled singer singing "Be a man"and "bad situation man" throughout the song*}[RZA]Yeah it's Bobby DigitalJust floatin over +The City+I came across this, this, this black manHe was talkin about (look down below)Sure of yourself risin, prices of food skyrisinForeign countries movin in USA, enterprisinSnatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leakinThen losin the luxury, average man be seekinThought he was so smart; hoe's cheatin, life fall apart*****in a hundred *****es couldn't mend a broken heartStart as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk*****ed this white ***** in the office, got fired from workNine-to-five, government high taxes, police dispatchesBeauracatic attackin black Asiatics, resident with bad plumbinCocaine got my brain numb an' ***** complained 'bout cummin'***** stay hummin; $200 parkin, summer's out of state warrantsHigh blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. LawrenceGot me gainin weight, *****in up my right kidneyCousin raped at school Allah wit mePeoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membershipWith unpaid doctor billsFramed got shot and killed, cops poppin pillsThree pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of +No Frills+Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park HillPunch a hole inside the NARC wheelsMy dogs bark, still carry dark steelAnd unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's reelsBobby Digital may switch back to Bobby SteelsRusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gateSo +Hungry+, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weightRash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointmentsUn-proudly in the church paid for annointmentBet the checks don't come lateAbout to separate with her manIn +The City+, +Domestic Violence+ excavatesGet a highest ratio in five yearsThe idea is to plant fearBoy you slap yo' *****, po-lice is there to cuff you or snuff youThey might bust youCause your hoe snatched your money up, didn't want to ***** youWe must learn to communicate, and unificateStop the black on black, hate on hateWhite on white, black on whitePut the love in loveI'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip clubShorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was loveAnd mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afroCollect call from my son to now, he might blow trialFoul cut, and cop out to a 3 to 6Bad situations, bein a man is hard shitSomethin'll get trapped out, I mean, yoGot crack fiends in spots with vaccine shotsBlack teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin stockwith bonds they can't put their word on20 years, shorty wop, ***** 'bout to swerve onUp in the crib, new fridge, dead pigTwo kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin CoolridgeBut got splat in his back last yearRobbin' his jewel inside the diamond districtNo one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuitI'm *****y trapped by the capitalistsTryin to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfishOr a bowl of Cookie Crisp, I got harassed by this rookie *****Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrantsto tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picketand shout at the City Hall, mother***** the wickedToo greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck'bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen meSaid, "Yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan:Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow onAnd don't be counterfeitIt's a bad situation which bein a man, but we got to handle it"Bad situation when you ain't bein a man
