"The Birth" as written by O'shea Jackson and Anthony D. Wheaton....
Dr. Bruce, telephone please, Dr. Bruce, telephone, please

C'mon, c'mon, honey, push a little harder, it's not all that bad
I see the head
Push! Push!
C'mon!
C'mon, push!
C'mon, honey!
Push!

It's a boy

The black man and black woman have no further!
No beginning and no ending, before alpha, and after omega!
History and historians'll record
The black father and mother of morality, medicine, music and mathematics
The father and mother of all the nation of
Religion, philosophy, art, science and civilization!
No further!
All they can say about the black man
Is he was, he is, and he shall be!
Before him there were none
And after him, there will be no more!
Before we can make a way for the peace maker
We must kill, and get rid, of the peace breaker


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"The Birth" as written by Anthony D. Wheaton O'shea Jackson

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