I wasn’t raised in a single parent household 
Both of my parents were present to raise me

This is not to say that if I had been raised
in a single parent household
That I would be any different 
Because I had uncles and a good man infrastructure

As a result I am a good man
I might not have that fancy car
Or what you call good hair

But I am a man nonetheless
I couldn’t compete with the ballers and the players
Nor would I try

But you don’t see me
I am the invisible man
Though you preach about being a single parent
It’s not my fault and I shouldn’t be stereotyped

I am a man though black I am
I still deserve to be treated as such

To you the angry black woman
Stop looking for the players
Stop looking for the ballers

And look at us the black brothers
Who worship and adore you
We are your friends and confidants
But you don’t see us because
We don’t have that bling bling on our wrist

Oh by the way I love my black sisters