| You was born in a hospital with incompetent doctors
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| Who didn’t bother to press you against your mother’s chest
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| But that’s okay, 'cause Jehovah say that your mother blessed
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| And we are here to guide you through life and teach you what is best
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| Do not have your kids in a hospital, they don’t give a fuck
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| Especially 'bout black folk
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| Learn how to deliver your own kids
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| And have 'em at home, kid
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| And leave that placenta attached as long as you want, kid
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| It’s different for black boys, harder for black girls
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| Start your own business venture, thrive in a black world
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| Where you and your homies don’t gotta worry 'bout gettin' fired and facin'
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| discrimination
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| We are creators; |
| we don’t go beggin' for placement where we are not wanted
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| And I’ma keep it a hunnid, youngin', we used to be hunted
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| They had us sittin' in zoos
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| So what you see in the news
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| Is really nothin' that’s new
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| They really targetin' you
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| You hear me talkin' to you?
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| But even if your bread straight
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| Big house, nice car, gotta keep your head straight
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| People that be gossipin' constantly only dead weight
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| Wiser assessments of situations will carry you to your best days
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| Put away a portion of your profit when you get paid
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| And do not be afraid of change
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| It could be a segue
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| To a better something
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| But have patience
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| And always make time for family and celebration
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| And every good thing in life requires dedication
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| Like career, wife, kids, and it’s spiritual
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| The point of our existence isn’t physical
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| Make sure there is love in your livin' room
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| And make sure that you there for the ones that you give it to
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| And grudges’ll do you no good
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| Life is too short to be stressin'
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| Love your friends for who they are
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| If they there when you’re down
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| Then you should keep 'em around
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| And then return that favor tenfold
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| Everything you hidin' will be exposed
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| So you should probably keep it a thousand youngin' and let go
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| Embrace humiliation it’s humblin'
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| And take every situation for what it is
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| Love is free so don’t be possessive
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| Love is a combination of lettin' go and holdin' tight
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| You’ll learn when to do which
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| And get more love than you know what to do with
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| And you gon' make mistakes 'cause, homie, you only human
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| But that ain’t no excuse to be foolish
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| Treat your woman with respect
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| That means keepin' it real
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| Keepin' her in your mind
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| If you about to be stupid
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| Just think about how she feel
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| Be honest with yourself
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| Put your ego on the shelf
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| And I promise you it helps
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| You ain’t gotta be what they expect
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| Get to scrubbin' when you make a mess
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| And treat your daughters same as your sons
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| We growin' out of double standards
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| Speakin' of standards
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| Let’s move away from the European
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| Tell her she’s beautiful
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| Wide nose, coarse hair, brown eyes, brown skin
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| Self-love for the win
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| Why conform to a society that hates you
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| And spent all they energy tryna break you?
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| Now they thinkin', «Y'all niggas still here?»
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| Yeah, and y’all still scared
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| Black boys still strong
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| Slavery’s still here
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| Black boys still marked
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| The prisons is still packed
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| With innocent black boys
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| The black boys still thrive
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| The black girls still God
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| Yeah
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| I love you
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| I love you, too
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| I love you, too
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| My big boy
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| You’re my big boy, I wanna read Hank the Hungry Caterpillar
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| You wanna read Hank the Hungry Caterpillar?
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| 'Kay
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| Okay |