Wild Hearts

Jit say he like tall money

Not small money

He’ll come and take ya’ll money

When he call for me

I just watch it ring

Cause I don’t want no quarrels with him

No morals in’em

Jit pure evil

He’ll eat my food too

I can’t stand him around me

But I understand it

So I give’em grace

Respect the vultures

Gotta give’em space

I know the feeling of an empty cupboard

If you don’t feed’em

You become the dinner

If you ain’t the winner

You become the sinner

Human nature make love hate ya

That dawg shit lives in every man

You ain’t never seen the real bottom

I understand you don’t understand

But hear me now

These the real zombies

The walking dead when it come to bread

Don’t love nothing but to hate something

They’ll give it to you just to take something

Stay inside

You got nothing to prove

The YN’s

They got nothing to lose

Many died

They succumb to pride

End waking on the other side

Better run and hide

Jit say he’ll drill something with that power tool

No Lowe’s account

For a low amount

Cold blooded

Got snake in’em

When he bite down

He got snake venom

Preacher man

Shake the Bible at’em

I don’t know if jit got god in’em

Sleep some and sleep like infant

All remorse leaves him in an instant

Too turnt

No turning back

Numb to it

Can’t make’em feel

Long as he alive

Can’t nothing live

Even howie long couldn’t make a deal

Finna break a seal

Gotta pour a line

Just to deal with all this wicked shit

It’s a sad story

If we cross paths

I gotta hit jit with this wicked stick

Love for’em

But he love nothing

But a dollar bill and how it make’em feel

It’ll make’em lie

It’ll make’em steal

If you don’t come up off it

It’ll make’em kill

I just wanna live

They say the eyes reveal the soul—

Not just what is seen, but what is hidden.

Yet so many of our elders

Closed their eyes,

Turned their backs,

And left the young to wander in the dark.

The old generation of Black men

Carried pain they never spoke of.

They survived, but never taught us how to live.

They endured, but forgot to pass on love,

Discipline,

Truth.

Now the streets raise the sons,

And anger teaches them what the fathers did not.

They become shadows of men,

Loud, afraid, violent—

Not because they are born that way,

But because they were left that way.

Love is the only answer.

Not the soft kind,

But the kind that corrects,

Holds,

Stays.

The kind that says,

“I see you,”

When the rest of the world looks away.

Only love can break this cycle.

Only love can teach them to see again.