| ODE TO A GODDAMN FOOL |
| I here a lot about “the block” and the lifestyle it demands; how it forces a brother to prove himself, and show the world that he’s a man. But all I hear is a lot of words, broken, misspelled, and out of sync; I hear very little useful knowledge, But quite a bit about how you think. You think manhood’s all about big cars, with blow, and bling bling, all about; You see the mother of our people as bitches and whoes, and brothers as niggas to be taken out; You see our children like used kotex, a hindrance to be dumped at best; They belong to the funky bitches and whoes that you fucked to death then left. Now you call yourself a player, and don’t even know the game; you brag of your nickel and dime street crime, and see your rep on the block as fame. Nigga! are you out of your Goddamn mind? Can’t you see what’s in the cards? Your ignorant, funky, illiterate ass is killin’ what could and should be ours! God made our women to nurture our kids, to raise black boys to be black men; Then black men, when grown, to protect our women, while paying homage to the gift within. We then raise that child with reverence and style to be more than we could be, Then watch that wondrous gift take hold as black glory for all to see. Any male that reaches twenty and one and don’t understand that rule, is not only less than a true black man, but a motherfuckin’ fool. Wattree |
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| Listen to me, young brother, and through my eyes may you see. I'm not here to promote myself, but I'm one of the first they called OG. |
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| I was knee-deep in game long before many of you were born. I've done good, I've done bad, I've bought dope, and I've dealt. I've loved, and hurt many women, but not as much as I've hurt myself. In the past I took great pride in giving hordes of brothers game, but now I'm back to set things straight, and undo that claim to fame. The Original OG |