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The date my son was born and the thoughts which followed. |
How do you drop one And not be the one to influence The one to show him right from wrong before he’s a truant cutting class and cursing faster than the next kid moving backwards because nobody didn’t teach him this About his worth his value and his inherited curse about his automatically liberating presence that his destiny is based on his perseverance Before he starts following kids because he don’t know who his pop is no role model, that cold bottle is not his friend he's 13 hurting inside wondering why until he ends up giving up, feeling he’s got to ride or die for the block when he’s locked they’re gone The one chance he was given is gone The one chance you were given is gone He’s stuck inside a storm for life, his rights are gone they are stripped from him, he’s given a number they put him under the spell of a cell it’s hell like no other place no escape his fate’s in the DA’s hands, what a hand he’s dealt but he’s got to play stand like a man and there is no way out but his mouth and that’s the wrong way out The street code has him froze, he’s got to hold on and keep his head strong under control Who’s gonna teach him that self control and self respect are not very different Or how history is not in his favor meaning that he must be very different from what is expected of him Who’s gonna teach him that knowledge is power and that knowledge of self is priceless and very necessary and very essential To his freedom Who’s gonna ask him if he’s ready to begin losing years and tears won’t change the verdict appeals denied, time starts biting his spirit Then, who’s to blame? The Man’s under handed plan society lied to everybody out here man How you move is the key to it no school training can teach him how to follow the rules for to get through this life. |