Be A Man Lyrics - Digital Bullet - Rza

{*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