Prodigal Son

Mans book I am who I am and I was not born this man It’s the things that you’ve taught me That have raised me to be Something you don’t quite understand You told me what’s wrong and what’s right But I never learned to use my own sight Instead I learnt from you What’s right to do And never trusted my insight But you can’t tell me do this and do that Cause I’ll head out With my pack on my back And find my own way and figure out how to act But it’s not fun out here on your own And maybe all it takes to go home Is to know that what they told you Was the best they could do And they don’t want to be all alone But if you want to change the game So that your kids don’t feel the same Find out like a snowflake What makes them unique and great And why being different is better than being the same We fought wars against people we now accept And what are grandparents died for we now regret Our Gramps can’t ever understand Why edo is sold in our land Because what he gave his life for We now order in a store But pretend if we write history we can make us forget Nothing is as important as it seems Except a child’s dreams Cause we will live and die For causes we don’t why Because we can’t see through they‘re eye But a baby can speak any tongue Because when we are born we don’t know one But they are all raised with some sort of national pride Because every person has it where they reside But if we truly want to be one and watch racism come undone we have to trade children with any one cause they will learn our tongue no matter where from But we will never do that because we don’t want our child raised in Africa But if your a great mom does it matter? If you have faith in yourself do you not believe you would be the same if born somewhere else? ?