….what’s family if we ain’t together, but what’s in being together if we ain’t got it together; if you know what I mean, it’s often seen. As family members It’s our responsibility not to become a burden, it keeps us all hurt’n; can’t be a burden if you a man or woman, because men and women hold their own, it’s implications is in the title, no need for a recital, or maybe you don’t deserve that title, don’t sit idle with your Bible, read and take heed, but I ain’t talking about no book, it’s your life’s Bible that got you shook, tear a page out or two, patch over some parts with glue, whatever it takes to get a hold of you, so what your life is far from great, you barely got a plate, life served you late or whatever the case, it’s not others mistakes, it’s your cross to carry then bury, it’s heights can be towering and scary, binding and designed to stop your climbing and throw off your timing, have you looking for excuses, because YOU ain’t no man, the black race don’t need you, you might as well join the clan, they ain’t gonna do nothing but slap you with the back of their hand, rape you and make you a fan, even though they wish they had your tan. A man has his own, and that should resonate from his bones, even if he had a clone, you would still hear it in his tone.