Letter To My Son
I know you're sick of the cussing and fussing, idle discussion, and running from Hell's suction.
Spending all day doing nothing but stressing.
Just know, every question turns into a lesson, manifested into a blessing.
And even though it's God testing, man, it's gonna be hard.
I know you been scarred and barred,
Changed and rearranged into something mentally deranged
Living off of pain. Just say a prayer every night, then hopefully tomorrow, you'll manage to wake up sane.
And when you do wake up, you'll have a better focus on your goal.
Filling the emptiness of a hole.
Writing scriptures on scrolls anointed to rescue lost souls.
Starting with yours first.
See it's the worst when you feel cursed on this scorched earth.
Struggling to stand firm on a shaky perch that's been rigged to falter from the first day of birth.
I know you're thinking, "If I'm destined to suffer the sins of my father, then why even bother?
How could I open the eyes of my sons and daughters
If it's meant for them to swim in the same dirty waters?"
The point of this letter is for you to remain diligent and resilient, please?
I need you to be willing to die, standing on your own two, while everyone else, is living on their knees.
I know it's hard to be optimistic when your cup is ALWAYS only halfway full.
You're going to be told to fix your own problems, but will be denied the resources and tools.
Don't stand for injustice of any kind
Don't even attempt to try it.
You're gonna want your voice to be heard,
But it won't be, until you riot.
There's a price that comes with being defiant.
You'll be treated as an outcast, a misfit,
A broken toy on Christmas.
You'll find yourself asking for an acknowledgement of your innocence,
BEFORE you're presumed guilty!
See, this justice system ain't blind,
It has 20/20 vision
Especially when it comes to seeing young black, red, and brown men put in prison.
Probationary supervision, parole, the bracelet,
We're put in this system swiftly.
It's more of us in the system now than there were slaves in 1850.
The funny thing is, in the streets, you might find yourself struggling to secure employment day after day.
But as soon as your ass gets locked up, you'll be given a job right away!
But don't ever embrace playing victim
No matter how much the devil tempts you
These jokers will accuse you of playing the race card
Knowing the whole deck is stacked against you!
As a matter of fact, let's do the MATH before you wind up in prison.
They're gonna MULTIPLY barriers, ADD endless obstacles, SUBTRACT you from your home,
Then your family will suffer LONG DIVISION!
It's gonna be frustrating and hard to understand, so at times you're going to find yourself over sitting in your sorrow
It's gonna be hard to look for a brighter day,
When you're never promised tomorrow.
Now at the same time, I expect you to take responsibility for your actions.
You're going to end up bringing a lot of on yourself,
Trying to find a shortcut to wealth.
Lack of initiative and self discipline,
will always be bad for your health.
But in this battle for your body and soul,
You need to be willing to go on a warpath.
Hopefully, God showers your soul with mercy,
Because this could end in a bloodbath.
Copyright © Polar Funk | Year Posted 2025
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