Dear Black Son

Dear Black Son, there's people you've never met

Who fear and hate you for something you never did

And these people are so self-convinced

Sometimes they pull the trigger, call that self-defense

And in that sad insanity

Their fear is realer to them than your humanity

But that's their problem, it's not yours

Listen to your pop for a second

These are the confessions of a father broken hearted

Who don't know how to pull his only son out of a target

They lied when they said it was the bottom where you started

You were a king long before them ships departed

You are not defined by anybody else's crimes

You don't need to answer for what happens in their minds

You are not confined by their imaginary lines

You don't need permission to exist with the divine

In fact, you don't need permission from no one including me

You need not do anything but be, just breathe

Whatever you dream let it mean you're free

Tears on a cheek never made nobody weak

Sometimes we got to grieve let it burn, let it bleed

Then let yourself heal, I pray to God it will

You've got a spirit that a bullet can't kill

That doesn't make it any less real

They say it takes a man to raise a man

You're slipping through my hands like grains of sand

And here I stand, tryna wrestle with the hourglass

Maybe see how long I can make an hour last

Raising a man, who's slipping through my hands like grains of sand

And her I stand, tryna wrestle with the hourglass

Maybe see how long I can make an hour last

Dear Black Son, I can't protect you like I want to

I never judge you, all I can do is love you

And that's all anyone can ever do is love you

All I can do is wonder how can anyone not love you?

They recognize divine you

So they try to find themselves by defining you

They're living in a myth that they don't want to loose

And now they're too terrified to face your kind of truth

But every time you shine, it's proof that they might've threw

A chain around your body, never conquered you

They don't always honor you but they love your culture

Let me show you how to move when the laws approach you

It's best to keep your hands where they can see them

And try to understand that you're not even what they're peeping

They don't see a sweet kid that loves his little sister

Their mind is seeing five hundred years of pictures

In fact, they don't visualize a kid

They see grown man imagery mythic masculinity

But you are not their fetishes or fears

Nor my ambition and tears, nothing can interfere

We've got to trust our seeds once we sow them

We hold them when they're growing

But we never really own them

We love up on them, play with 'em, pray for them

And cling very closely to those moments

They say it takes a man to raise a man

You're slipping through my hands like grains of sand

And here I stand, tryna wrestle with the hourglass

Maybe see how long I can make an hour last

Raising a man, who's slipping through my hands like grains of sand

And her I stand, tryna wrestle with the hourglass

Maybe see how long I can make an hour last

Dear black son