Scared
To my son David 3 rd
Hell yea I’m scared
And why should I not be?
Statistically speaking the odds are not in his favor
And as a mother
I think the odds would be better
If I kept him closely in my arms
Hell yea I’m scared
And why shouldn’t you be?
No action on Syria
And these extremist muslims hates my child
And it’s not because of anything he has done
He is only two
His descendants dose not grow such hate
He dose not kill in the name of god,
Jehovaha, Buddha, or Allah,
Hell yea I’m scared,
You should be to
The ways of the world do not reflect his heart
The ways of the world do not reflect his love for cheedos, playtime, and his contempt for nap time.
But even if the world carried his small contempt of nap time, them it would not have me scared for him.
Gangs that are not family
Welcomes him with open arms
But not before
They go at him with closed fist
Some parts of our government has me pist
Indefinite detention post 9-11
Hell yea I’m scared
And how could you not be?
One single bullet goes in his –direction
Misdirection straight to the head–
Single penetration!
Milk prices on the rise
It’s getting harder to feed that hunger in his eyes!
That dream a little dream
6 lbs 4 OZ bundle of joy
That some insensitive human dog could just take him right out!
Hell yea I’m scared,
King was killed for helping the people
And Malcolm was killed by his own people
Kennedy was shot in front of the people
So people obviously don’t mean shit!
Hell yea I’m scared,
Because every one who stood for something has died for nothing!
I tell my boy to always stand for what is right
Even if the wrong stands in lights,
To not play with guns, be better than mine, live a mean full life,
Color is only important in rainbows
And rainbows are only proof that you have weathered the storm, and
There’s nothing wrong with a fight,
Cause son we are on the fight of our lives
I’m fighting his your life!
Hell yea I’m scared!
Statistically speaking, I think the odds would be better if I just kept him tightly in my arms. 6lbs 4 oz I boor,
I get the feeling you wouldn’t be safe not even in my arms!
Even at thirty you’ll still be my baby
Even at forty I’ll still be scared
Hell yea I’m scared
How could you not be?
(2013)
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