Be A Man - RZA

{*sampled singer singing «Be a man»

And «bad situation man» throughout the song*}

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, Eli Whitney

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 this jew 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 grab 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 just being a man, but we got to handle it»

Bad situation we in bein' a man