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 risin', prices of food sky rises Foreign countries movin' and USA enterprises Snatchin' your mic then speakin' While you might be leakin' Then losin' the luxury, average man be seekin' Thought he was so smart Hoe's cheatin', life fall apart Fuckin' a hundred bitches couldn't measure the 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 Pure accretive attackin' black Asiatics Resident with bad plumbin' Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin' Pussy stay hummin' $200 parkin', Sommers' out of state warrants High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney Cousin raped that school allow' with me Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership With unpaid doctor bills, framed got shot and killed Cock, pop and pilled Three-tenth cotton steel closet Cabinet of +No Frills+ Mo' bills since he got evicted from Park Hill Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels My dogs bark, still carry dark steel And unmarked bills up on the uncut dope found on director's wheel 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 Fast break out, with the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment Then the cheques will come late About to separate with her man In +The City+, +Domestic Violence+ excavates Get a highest ratio in five years The idea is to plant fear Boy you slap your bitch, po' licensed there to cuff you or snuff you They might bust you 'cause your hoe 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 and love I'm blunted up, blastin' 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 dough for my son the bouncer, he might have blow 'dro Foul cut, copped the three-to-six Bad situations, bein' a man is hard shit Somethin'll get trapped out, I mean, yo Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots Black teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin' stock Wines, they can't print the word on Shorty wop pussy, 'bout to swerve on Up in the crib, new bridge, of dead pig Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin Crewhig? But got splat in his back last year Robbin' his jewel inside the diamond district No more Doctor Victor, heard they never found the biscuit A groupie trapped by the Cap' with the lisp Tryin' to sound cist, sometimes happiness got grits and catfish Or fortune cookie crisp, I got harassed by this rookie bitch Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants And timed my kids, fifty-dollar ticket, time to strike a cricket And shot up the city hall, mothafuck the wicked Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck 'bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me Said, "Yo, son, don't stress over no one, roll a slow one Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on And don't be counterfeit It's a bad situation which bein' a man, but we got to handle it" Bad situation when you ain't bein' a man