what is it about a midnight brother that gets to me so?
is it the way he walks, talks, the way his words flow?
could it be that he is the epitome
of perfection, even though he experiences dejection
cause society tells him to hate his skin

But black man, you hold the weight of my world
Black man, you have a story to be told
whether hustling out on these streets or being inslaved
history held on your back, for the white man a way u paved
you are robbed of your essence and the very luminence of your being

but wait, why can't they see what I'm seeing?
black brother, with your jaw line so strong
my brother, your place is somewhere on a throne
visions of you cloud my thoughts, and I'm amazed
at the way you love me and your mahogany ways

so black man, can't you see?
your pretty brown skin is what I need
and as you grow I'll hold your head
and your hunger for support will be fed
as long as I'm around baby you can rest assured
because the death of my love will never occur

I'll be the guardian of your heart, the key to unlocking your soul
be the one to keep your head and warmly console.
with me here, you'll never have to worry about a demise
I'll endure pain with you, fight, ride and die
and I know it kills them, because they have tried...

But....who could break the Soul Of A Midnight Brother?