The Value of Life “Excuse me!” “Excuse you. You betta get yo’ punk *** out my face ‘fore I bust a cap in yo’ tired *** NOW…KEEP IT MOVING” What is the value of a black man’s life …To a black man? Did we do away with CoMmOn DeCeNcY Along with the way things use to be What happened to RESPECT and HONOR And standing UP for your Momma And valuing another man’s life Or, respecting his wife What is the value of a black man’s life …To a black man? Is it worth the life of the man Who didn’t understand When you snatched his wife’s skirt up Then flipped your shirt up When he stepped to you YOU… Who’s always demanding RESPECT for you Is that the value of a black man’s life to you What is the value of one brutha’z life (to another) Would you help, if you could A young brutha…coming up in da hood If he asked for your spare change And his story wasn’t too lame Would you come out yo’ pocket Or, would you reach for the steel…instead of your wallet Have we grown beyond our ability to sympathize (Between you and I) Do we epitomize Stupidity LOOK AT US! Emotionally scarred Psychologically detached What’s got us like that Is there value in the bones Supporting the skin That covers the heart of your soul When you rose from your slumber Did you acknowledge HIS role OR… Are you so wrapped up in “you” that “Love thy neighbor as thy self” Doesn’t appeal to you Is that true The value of my life Isn’t based on the attitude of the guy With the nine double M And the prelim That led up to the “Whatever I do” response To his nonsense That escalates to “Bang Bang goes the insane man” Coz no one understands unnecessary death When I try my best ~ To just get along ~ On my own I uphold my throne But I refuse to be WRONGED By ghetto fabulous drones Spewing “I gotta get mine” hog wash Claiming they can’t quit the game ~ But that’s not my aim “What is the value of his life to me,” You ask “I just wish he would do him And let me do me But…as it is He’s got me defending me It’s only when I have to choose between my life and his That his holds no value for me” That’s what too many of us say. It’s okay to be “One for all” Without worrying about the “All for you” that got you here Look beyond your torment and pain …beyond the social stains And monetary gains Raining down on you Can you refrain from the “I got mine” (senti)mentality That came with every line of “What about us” That you refused to heed Coz…when ONE BLEEDS…WE all BLEED Can you stand to walk away From harsh realities made YESTERDAY And still respect what the next brutha has to say Is it okay to One-up-you Like them street hustlers do When all you’re trying to do Is climb up out the barrel ~ **** Crabs Can you teach one To reach (for) one When you see a brutha Falling (by the way) Can you say an encouraging word Without sounding too absurd In thinking you’re da man, anyway The baby in us Makes us Speak selfishly And with so much immaturity Talking ‘bout “me…Me…ME” Like you can’t see There is no “I” in “WE” …No “ME” in “US” But I trust Tomorrow will see you DOWN with “WE” Do you understand the depth of this (ocean of) misery We’re wading in And what about the “It takes a village to raise a child,” mentality? WHEN…in reality It takes the soul of us To love the whole of us Coz the role of “US” Isn’t what it use to be “Growth…is an inevitable part of Mind, body, and soul So, I go where my experiences take me I remake me into the best person I can be That better shade of me my Momma made me to be Not the voice of my people…Just the soul of ME YES…A Black Man’s life is worth so much more than (ALL) that…to me What happened to the unity That once loomed large within the Black community ? ? ?