Brown baby look at you lying in the cradle
I’m crying as I face you excited that they made you
Know what awaits you more than you’ll ever know
Our first black president? You never know
Maybe a firemen, a doctor or a beautician
Maybe a writer and a doctor or a musician
Like Dr. Simone with an honorary degree
Maybe you could emcee sort of like me
Baby the sky is the limit
And you could be a pilot and fly all up in it
Or you could be a astronaut
Ask a lot you’ll receive more
‘Cause those who don’t ask a lot always need more
How could you be poor?
You’re a descendent of King Tut
Your great great great grandfather had bling, what?
If you’re royal you’re eternally rich
So all you gotta do is just learn to be rich
Let your God be in the image that he created you in
Otherwise your chances of being God are ruined
They stole your history, that road’s a mystery
And thus had to dance to the ode of trickery
Yes I call you strong ‘cause you made it
Your grandfather was the slave on a slave-ship
But don’t confuse him with Imhotep or none of the rest
Like Ramses who did what they can
Fighting them damn thieves
I can’t see everything that’s afoot but know this
Some will always see you as a crook, it’s bogus
Pissed when they see you grab a book and focus
Much rather see you be hopeless
I’m sending this to the brown baby
So pass it on to your child when I’m ‘round eighty
So brown baby this is my message to you
So in essence my message is you
Brown baby, son of the sun and earth
Take this message for what it’s worth
Hear me out, brown baby you are the future so
This is what I think you should know

Brown baby, son of the sun and earth
Take this message for what it’s worth
Hear me out, brown baby you are the future so
This is what I think you should know
Brown baby