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Black boys lost in time
Lost in time before they can speak the line
“I do”
Lost in time
Adolescent intercourse may produce a seed
But they can never father a child
Black boys why do you run wild
Like brush fires
Why do you restrain from good
Are you, me, and them
Addicted to the hood
Or is it our internal tribal instinct that cloud our minds
You are Kings imitating peasants
You are rich
But you wander the earth like a blind man with no direction
Fascinated by your erection
You abuse the laws of creation
It’s hesitation whenever responsibility emerge within the conversation
Black boy abandon those corners and raise your daughters
Save your, our sons from the oncoming slaughter
Black boy aren’t you tired of fighting yourself
Like Cuban Gooding Jr.
You’re swinging as hard as you can
But you are fighting self-esteem
The invisible opponent
Drugs, alcohol, and sex may keep you gassed up
But black boy only self-motivation could get you high
