I often wondered why some fathers never taught their sons how to be men
Why they never taught them to walk with their heads held high enough to see the beauty in a women’s face
And that when you speak you hold contact with her eyes as if you’re meeting God for the first time
I question why they claim to have so much confidence about themselves, but yet there baggy jeans reveal so much insecurity about them
Why do some guys fight all the love out of them?
And build hatred in their heart like they were never meant to love
Just like sons weren’t meant to cry for their fathers
Like mothers weren’t meant to weep for their daughters
With eyelids like weeping willows
Please tell me why that guy rather squeeze his way into her jeans rather than knowing her first name?
Please tell them that no father for an excuse is dead
Man why do you walk as if your shoes are two sizes too big
Bend as if your bones never knew the meaning of straight
And hang your head so low as if the weight of your thoughts are deadly
Why is there a permanent mean mug etched from both corners of your lips
Why are your fists always clenched with nothing in your palms worth holding on to?
Sir aren’t you tired of the hater’s photo bombing your dreams?
Boy aren’t you tired of these black tops
These pavements have nothing good to offer you, so my question is why
Why the sacrifice for your life
Because I can assure you, you did nothing wrong to get yourself in this mess
So why did you end up here
Why did you stop here?
Did someone beat all the fight out of you?
Did someone lie all the truth out of you?
You are too important be a Nazis to these streets
Stop killing for the ghost of your father
Stop dealing for the lack of your mother
Stop running with the bum crew who only messes with lose screws
And learn to be the best you
You have truth in the palm of your hands so hold onto that for dear life
Because that’s what you need
Not a knife in your back pocket
Not a gun on your closet shelf
Not a haze in those sweet browns
Man fix your crooked backbone
Stand up straight
And for God’s sake enunciate
Take all that thug off your walk
And boy when you talk to your mamma
Take all that base out your voice
Her home is not your kingdom, but her queendom
So respect her
And love her
And learn to make mama proud
Be the man that you were meant to be
Be the man your father never taught you to be
Be the fruits of the Spirit
And always remember to be that light in a dark place
Be life changing
Be a man