Benjamin III - Kendrick's Predecessor

Keep ya head up
Keep ya head up
Keep ya head up
What?
Mr. Shakur
I hope you heard To Pimp a Butterfly
All eyes on Mr. Duckworth, when he wrote it, what a guy
Or what a dick for hanging up on me like this
Though I must admit
He listened more than to reply
So since you're here, I've got so much on my mind
The matter of mental health
Is something I can't buy
My country's suffering
The youth is dying from inside
The unemployment rate is the pandemic of our lives
Ain't nobody praying for me or us
They lost, um, half a trillion
Tupac tell us who to trust
I don't trust any of 'em
Maybe one or two or none
I curse the day when Blacks were backed up right against wall
I'm sick of these Presidents
I'm sick of the Ministers
They pose an impediment
I'm sounding belligerent
I'm hoping they hearing this
The very party that freed our souls
Is now an oppressor that we condone
I know you don't like me
I don't like you too
When you're feeding us poverty
What am I to do
Sorry Mr. Shakur
These politicians feed off of our poor condition
I'm sure
Mr. Shakur, Brenda has got a baby
Well, it's Brenda's got a baby
I'm hoping you'd tell more
My first love had a baby
Excuse me
I think someone is at the door
Mr. Lamar, it can't be you
You telling me you've come this far
For what
Look never mind, please do come in
I have some company
The two of you
The two of you
I can't believe
In front of me
Oh, God
Okay okay, what was I saying at this part
Oh yeah, that's right Mr. Shakur, how do I start
Her name is Beautiful Day in translation
She had a child, one year or two, yes, a mother in the making
Sometimes I wish it was my kid but reality struck
She's bad like riri so I've just given her up
I'll always love her but I can't give her enough
Hope she forgives for all this, man I messed up
She messed up, Shakur
I messed up, Lamar
We messed up, what's more
My messed up family
Cousins, aunties and uncles
You know what, I'll leave them at the door
For now
My best friend is like Superman, living a double life
Hiding the traces of wrong, only to show his right side
Well, that's all of us really
Even the pope could pose a truthful lie
Hell
One more sad story
My grandfather
Stabbed seventeen times
I'll take it farther
My father was fourteen
Aha, a proven martyr
The chump who killed him will soon get out
I don't hate him rather
I hate the fact that he took him years before I was born
I would've loved to have met him, this moment leaves me torn

Mister Duckworth
I hope this is worth your time
I'm up at 3am, trying to capture my mortal mind
I'm writing from motherland where we're living on landmines
Our worth is diminished to minerals, this is mankind
No, this ain't no pity party
This trail isn't made of sorrys
It's simply a sequence to free my soul from the demons that haunt me
Sorry
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself
My name is
(My name is)
The name is Benjamin the third
You've never heard of me
But know I've learned and learned
Your pen, the words
The pressure, the curve
I yearn to earn my stripes
I burn and burn the night
The light of God in me is ripe
I write and write until I have no life
No breath in me when I cease
I'll live in Christ
Tupac Shakur, you've made a man of me
That's right
Oh God, never leave my side
I'll see you soon, whether I'm dead or alive
Oh, who am I?
Mr. Duckworth

Written by:
Buhle Dube

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