I watch my life unfold on paper...
From the blood of a wounded pen.
Everyday brings a new tale...
In the game I can never win.
The game is called oppression...
And for years I've been guessin.
How to surpass the mundane issues...
That plagues the minds of man.
I may not be a genius but...
For success I have a plan.
"No womyn no cry" is how the old saying goes.
I'll find a womyn who appreciates me...
And avoid all the hoes.
Use my energy for positively...
Allowing my consciousness to grow.
Like the patience and time it takes...
To grow a healthy Afro.