Lullaby For my Brothers

Authors Note:

This is a spoken word-song.
It is written for all my brothas,
black white and in between.


Old lust shines....
hazily through your gaze....
not ..necessarily for anyone person just
reminiscent of so many ...other days and other things...

It makes my heart....and eyes sting...yeah yeah.
As I see you seeing yourself...Brotha take care of your self

You've got to pull yourself together...
to protect yourself from life's weather....


Your Soul...is naked to the core
so you better put on a sweater fella

Its gone be alright...even though your hands are bleeding
from hanging on so tight...

Please believe me...
It's gone be alright ...even though your hands are bleeding
from hanging on so tight

Brotha fly....fly...fly like and eagle
Uncles cousins fathers brothers sons....
cause you're sho nuff regal...
Your prayers have reached the skies....

So brothas fly....high...
and know that....
Living in the world is like the jungle...
so Brothas stay humble...and try not to stumble


Move on....
Brothas get your swerve...on