Who You Be

I was walking down the street one warm Saturday night And three young brothers approached me Faces cloaked in red scarves So I braced myself anticipating the worse But then one asked me a question That changed everything He was like who you be? And at that moment time its self stopped And I resaid the question who I be? Then with ease I replied I be your salvation Grammatically incorrect is you question I am your brother brother you are my keeper We are 1 as a people I am superior to the the typical man Cuz I am connected Connected to a heritage that has structured my mind Through the emancipation of my history I don't bang blood it pumps in my soul infused with God's gift to me melanin from the clay he used to make me So my question to you is not who u be ? but who are you? Cuz the state of to be is to impersonate to try but I wanna know who you have become alone Without the influences of this corrupt society Simply said I am.....