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But you are more than a descendant of a slave Tonna, I hate that I have to talk to you about this You just a boy When does a boy become a man? How do you know? I think it's when you can honor the cloud of witnesses who came before you And respond to hatred with love that transforms Uh, black boy, black boy, did you know that the world is yours? Your Father built it, presented it to you without a blemish Your Father's gifted, your Father's gift is a sinless existence No cause for tears when your eye lid is dripping Wild up with liquid as your soul cries, water falls from those eyes Cheek rivers roll by, dropping to the concrete, making a rose rise Black boy, black boy, did you know that the world is yours? Your Father built it, and he made it with His hands alone And then He left you with Emmanuel How to produce fruit Engage your culture that can't elope Let 'em know that the antidote ain't the Pope How to produce truth Call 'em like you see 'em like a camera phone Facetime as a luxury and a loan You got it but you can't have it, what an anecdote Black boy, black boy You can waste it, you can kill it, you can use it, uh You can spend it on the worthy or the useless Letras de cancionesBut you'll never get it back like that old thing Or the Love from that song that En Vogue sings So what you finna do with these seconds, it's thanksgiving To the one that's serving blessings Or you wastin' all this time you got to invest in your stuff and how you dressin', haha What, you tryna get the yams on the first date? For your plans 'cause you slammed on your first plate You ain't notice was a gift in the first place Why you think he gave grace for you first, ayy It's all yours, but it's all in time Some stuff you gotta wait for, so fall in line, uh huh Uh, black boy, black boy, did you know that the world is yours? And don't let 'em tell you different Yeah, I know that your father made you different But not less than the rest 'cause of your shade of pigment You better light, remember that when the shade is given You wasn't made to fit in, small expectations given By the thoughts of baby homo sapiens with jaded memories Clouded by decades of a racist system To a child of the Savior risen Yeah, that's all I got Uh, black boy, black boy, it's yours When you can see the wickedness of the land that you live in and still stand for truth and righteousness, your ancestors, son, they lived and they died, prayin' for you, that you would be free, that you would love, that you would fight, that you would protect, that you would strive, that you would grow. Black man, don't you know the world is yours? Black man, black man, you know it's still yours, right? Life came, death left, so your birthright You never really outgrow it but could easily forget it if you're not knowin' history has tried to dumb you down With whips and chains to keep you from the underground Give you the runaround Have you thinkin' what's under your crown It's not a kings mind and your worth is what you pick up from the ground, it's false Black man, black man, you forgot you was a king, huh? And your kingship, it's from the Kinged One You was a slave, smart, so son, please don't let that change what your free dumb (freedom) Emancipation was gifted, so each man pay son attention So he can raise younger generation racin' for image Imagine a masses of masses making the killing Then Abraham Lincoln, a modern Moses for most us slaves leaving Egypt, let us go We dipped, then we meet Jim Re-lynched on tree limb that belonged to the Crow From the Crow to ghetto, we still hear the echoes Of "We Shall Overcome" in Ma Harriet's strong falsetto Black man, black man, you know that the world is yours? Your Father built it with all of these cards against ya One thing you cannot forget is, you was made in your Father's image: king From Letras Mania