Okay, can I do one more? it's really quick.

So he said, "blow black mother, black mother."

He always announce the title and say, "black mother."

This is rap, this is hip hop, this is all that, from the street.

Poetry from the street.

Black mother, I must confess that I still breathe

Though you are not yet free

What could justify my prying?

Stop forgive my coward's heart

But blame me not for sheepish needs

While we sleeping in a deep-deep sleep

And I be hazed and dazed and

Fight especially for my hair

Black mother, I curse your drudging years

Your rapes, heart aches, sweat, and tears

But I swear on siege night

Dark and gloom

A rose I wear to honor you

And when I fall, a rose in hand

You will be free and amen for slave of ...

Can't balance out the two damn flies

I'd rather be without the shame

A bullet lodged within my brain, black mother.