
My Younger Brother
Black boy
Black boy
With little red truck toy
Growing up alright boy
Mama and daddy’s own joy
Falling for the man’s ploy
Right into the white noise
A black boy’s life is looked at as nothing
Arrest them on tv and make sure the media’s noting
Shrug their shoulders and call ‘em super predators
Lock the pale daughters up or they’ll get her
They say
“I want to live as long as anyone else in this building”
Response
“Shut up, hands in the air or else take this beating”
“Get of of me please, I can’t breathe”
And there goes another one dying under the white man’s feet
They’ll make a Willie Horton out of ya
Say you’re only special to your little black mama
You’re the white man's tool, you’re a working mule
You’re a living fool, you’re an ugly coon
That's a lie, don't believe the hype
Your father up there is so divine
Hopefully he’ll keep you just fine
Your glow is great
Despite their hate
Absolute special
You handsome little rascal
And I must say you’re a star before we’re done
Why do you think your mama and daddy call you their son
To my younger brother
You bring pride to mother
You are like nobody other
You’re growing tall but remember
You’ll never be bigger than father.
And if by some ungodly force
We lose your light source
Because of a trembling fool
That blast you from your shoes
I pray and pray
That mama and daddy never see the day
A scared white man takes you from this place
But what really matters are the excuses found
The limits unbound
That ignores the marching sound
Ignore the black feet that stomp against the ground
To search for a black boy like the neighborhood’s a lost and found
All so when you catch him, you shoot him down
And for what? So you can stand your ground?
Now we ignore their history thinking a change has came
It hasn’t
Black boy
Black boy
Know you ain’t nobody’s toy
Perfectly made, God’s boy
Bringing the world some needed joy
Must fight against the man’s ploy
So you can live just fine boy
To Listen to some Jams and ignore the white noise
All to grow into a black man.