Rza - Be A Man lyrics

{*sampled singer singing "Be a man" and "bad situation man" throughout the song*} [RZA] Yeah it's Bobby Digital Just floatin over +The City+ I came across this, this, this black man He was talkin about (look down below) Sure of yourself risin, prices of food skyrisin Foreign countries movin in USA, enterprisin Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leakin Then losin the luxury, average man be seekin Thought he was so smart; hoe's cheatin, life fall apart f**in a hundred b**hes couldn't mend a broken heart Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk f**ed this white b**h in the office, got fired from work Nine-to-five, government high taxes, police dispatches Beauracatic attackin black Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin Cocaine got my brain numb an' b**h complained 'bout cummin' p**y stay hummin; $200 parkin, summer's out of state warrants High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence Got me gainin weight, f**in up my right kidney Cousin raped at school Allah wit me Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership With unpaid doctor bills Framed got shot and k**ed, cops poppin pills Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of +No Frills+ Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park Hill Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels My dogs bark, still carry dark steel And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's reels Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby Steels Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate So +Hungry+, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment Bet the checks don't come late About to separate with her man In +The City+, +Domestic Violence+ excavates Get a highest ratio in five years The idea is to plant fear Boy you slap yo' b**h, po-lice is there to cuff you or snuff you They might bust you Cause your hoe snatched your money up, didn't want to f** you We must learn to communicate, and unificate Stop the black on black, hate on hate White on white, black on white Put the love in love I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love And mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afro Collect call from my son to now, he might blow trial Foul cut, and cop out to a 3 to 6 Bad situations, bein a man is hard sh** Somethin'll get trapped out, I mean, yo Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots Black teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin stock with bonds they can't put their word on 20 years, shorty wop, p**y 'bout to swerve on Up in the crib, new fridge, dead pig Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolridge But got splat in his back last year Robbin' his j**el inside the diamond district No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit I'm b**by trapped by the capitalists Tryin to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish Or a bowl of Cookie Crisp, I got hara**ed by this rookie b**h Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants to tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket and shout at the City Hall, motherf** the wicked Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck 'bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me Said, "Yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan: Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on And don't be counterfeit It's a bad situation which bein a man, but we got to handle it" Bad situation when you ain't bein a man