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.....

birthblack african americanculturefree verse

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