Poem -

Black man

Black man

Black manĀ the earth cries
your blood falls on its land
black man
How many must die
when will you stop killingĀ 
and take a stand
black man
Putting down the gun
makes you more of a man
hold your brothers hands
Help him up
black man
When will you grown from a boy to a man
Be a strong black man
Its time you be THE MAN!
raise up menĀ 
Black man
Someone's father, brother are son
Look at your mother
See her tears fall
Wondering why her son keeps ignoring God's call
Yet she countines to pray for youĀ 
black man
Are maybe is it Why your child cries
Are is the question how come your seed goes without a father?
Black man!
Your descented from kings
Greater is he who dwells in thee
black man
How long must it be
Before you take your rightful place
Already hated because of your race
cant you seeĀ 
black man
When will you take a stand?
Black man
Once gone no coming back
To forgive is to be forgiven
Learn from your past this to shall pass
Black man!
Living in a world who fears a strong black man
Didnt martin luther king have a dream
When will you finish what he started
Stop being the target
Black man!
Your a lionĀ 
Roar!
Walk proud and tall
Your a protector a fighter
Wear you skin well
Be who you truly are
A BLACK MAN!

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Jason Brown

Putting down the gun
makes you more of a man

...this is VERY true!!

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J ;)

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