Under the clove and where the big oak grows stand a man. Tired, heart racing, breath taken. Past the love of my mother and the forgot love of my father, I stood a man. I took my time and found the road through the jungles of my mind. I imprison myself long ago with the thoughts of black pride. Never did I take the time to see through the jungles of my mind, To see dark men destroying dark women's joy. To see the waste of life, not another dark boy. Hope the jungle don't raised the boy. The jungle will teach him to prowel, To creap, To Crawl, To growl. I was crowned beast and to say the lease before I ever became a man.