Who can withstand loving the Black man? His struggle be like a King’s dream Black beautiful seems the plan Of Black panthers and X-men Travel Black to deep southern plantations Middle passages and African shore lands The essence of his soul Be the Black whole Where I am told Black Love be royal Where I am told His love for blackness Still exists The blackest knight The lightest son rises high See past the struggle in his eyes The original Hue-man With his thick lips Wide nose Exposing His true heritage The motherland Features in him still stands tall Makes all y’all stare But it’s the sistahs you hear Be like Well, Got dayyyyyyum You see that fine *** on that fine *** Bruthaman Gurl, you know that ***** ain’t sssshhhhh….. But the game he spit Make you dream about licking His chocolate dipped Even if he be all wrong His caramel loving be right on Copper tone Or Black as midnight blue An onxy stone Smooth thinking Black love looks just like you In honey tone He be sho’nuff sweet Maybe just a sugar daddy I be simply waiting to get paid With shades of Melanin Upon his skin But some bruthamen just be pretend Some say they want what reals It’s a shame the truth is The game become their playing field Questioning… Who can withstand loving the Black man? Whose father and whose fore fathers Legacy Be cargo ships Cotton picks Labored hard On shipyards Endured lynch mobs Who robbed and raped In his face Displaced from His story Stolen glory Enslaving his life A price that sometimes cost him His last breath To protect what was left Of loving you Of loving me Black family Who can only be As strong as The Brethren Who is my brothaman My lover and My uncle and My father and My nephew and My son still to come Rising up From the dust Trusting ancestral spirits From the African and the West Indian and the Jamaican and The retro-plantation negro colored Black Make me wanna holla At that blue collar working hard for Uncle Sam Still building this nation From the exploitations of way back whens You wonder where the anger stems Who can withstand loving the Black man? The chosen ones Of the creators gifts Composers of arithmetic Which has shaped all known economics The wise men Who charted the stars Before anyone knew how far We all are from the heavens The elder tribes men Whose drum and spoken rhythmics Makes the sound of Blackness You hear in music world wide Who can deny That even the brothaman Who stands on corners Makes all gaze with amazement That soul spirits meant For them to understand It’s the natural plan For them, to do what they do For a crew who stands together Ain’t nothing but a tribe A gansta’ is just a warrior Who takes pride in his stride Protecting his mother-fellow neighbor- hood-land Ain’t scared to die for the very thing he believes in Not to glorify or deny The no good things being sold But I am told That Black men are dying Not only in the streets Over sales of crack and weed But diamonds and gold Land and greed Of those that can’t stand to see A Blackman have the things he needs To feed and grow his family Regain his throne rights A kingdom he ain’t gotta fight to keep Who can withstand loving the Black man His struggle be like a King’s dream Black beautiful seems the plan Of Black panthers and X-men Travel Black to deep southern plantations Middle passages and African shore lands The essence of his soul Be the Black whole Where I am told Black Love be royal Where I am told His love for blackness Still exists The blackest knight The lightest son rises high See past the struggle in his eyes With his thick lips Wide nose Exposing His true heritage His nappy crown Makes him King for real The motherland Features in him still stands The original Hue-man Can you withstand loving me? It is Black I ‘Til the day I die Who will withstand loving you It is Black I Who will withstand All that you have done and this be true Black man It is Black I Can’t you see me loving you? Understand I don’t think you do…..