Black Boys

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