Be a Man

{*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 rising, prices of food skyrising Foreign countries movin in USA, enterprising Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leaking Then losin the luxury, average man be seeking Thought he was so smart; ho's cheating, life fall apart Fucking a hundred bitches couldn't mend a broken heart Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work Nine-to-five, government high taxes Police dispatches, Beauracatics attackin black Asiatics Resident with bad plumbing, Cocaine got my brain numb And bitch complained about cumming, pussy stay humming; $200 parking, summons out of state warrants High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence Got me gaining weight, fuckin up my right kidney Cousin raped at school Allah with me Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by faux penmanship, with unpaid doctor bills Framed got shot and killed, cops popping 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 Better checks don't come late About to separate with her man In the city, domestic violence escalates Get a highest ratio in five years, the idea is to plant fear Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is there To cuff you or snuff you, they might bust you Cause your ho snatched your money up, didn't want to fuck 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 denial, said he might blow trial, or cop out to 3 to 6 Bad situations, being a man is hard shit, something'll get trapped out I mean, yo You got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots Black teens drop out of high school, white boys selling stock With bonds they can't put their word on 20 years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on Up in the crib, new fridge, of dead pig Two kids, from this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolidge But got splat in his back last year, robbing his jewel inside the diamond district No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit I'm booby trapped by the capitalists, trying to subsist Sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish, or a bowl of Cookie Crisp I got harassed by this rookie bitch Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrant to tie my kicks $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket And shout at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked And greedy, give to the needy Down on my luck, about 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 being a man, but we got to handle it" Bad situation when you ain't bein a man