Be a Man

{*sampled singer singing "Be a man"
and "bad situation man" throughout the song*}

[RZA]
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 risin', prices of food sky rises
Foreign countries movin' and USA enterprises
Snatchin' your mic then speakin'
While you might be leakin'
Then losin' the luxury, average man be seekin'
Thought he was so smart
Hoe's cheatin', life fall apart
Fuckin' a hundred bitches couldn't measure the 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
Pure accretive attackin' black Asiatics
Resident with bad plumbin'
Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin'
Pussy stay hummin'
$200 parkin', Sommers' out of state warrants
High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney
Cousin raped that school allow' with me
Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership
With unpaid doctor bills, framed got shot and killed
Cock, pop and pilled
Three-tenth cotton steel closet
Cabinet of +No Frills+
Mo' bills since he got evicted from Park Hill
Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels
My dogs bark, still carry dark steel
And unmarked bills up on the uncut dope found on director's wheel
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
Fast break out, with the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment
Then the cheques will come late
About to separate with her man
In +The City+, +Domestic Violence+ excavates
Get a highest ratio in five years
The idea is to plant fear
Boy you slap your bitch, po' licensed there to cuff you or snuff you
They might bust you
'cause your hoe 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 and love
I'm blunted up, blastin' 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 dough for my son the bouncer, he might have blow 'dro
Foul cut, copped the three-to-six
Bad situations, bein' a man is hard shit
Somethin'll get trapped out, I mean, yo
Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots
Black teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin' stock
Wines, they can't print the word on
Shorty wop pussy, 'bout to swerve on
Up in the crib, new bridge, of dead pig
Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin Crewhig?
But got splat in his back last year
Robbin' his jewel inside the diamond district
No more Doctor Victor, heard they never found the biscuit
A groupie trapped by the Cap' with the lisp
Tryin' to sound cist, sometimes happiness got grits and catfish
Or fortune cookie crisp, I got harassed by this rookie bitch
Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants
And timed my kids, fifty-dollar ticket, time to strike a cricket
And shot up the city hall, mothafuck the wicked
Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck
'bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me
Said, "Yo, son, don't stress over no one, roll a slow one
Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on
And don't be counterfeit
It's a bad situation which bein' a man, but we got to handle it"
Bad situation when you ain't bein' a man