Dear Black Son Lyrics - Brother Ali

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

Who fear and hate you for something that 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 

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Whatever you dream let it mean you're free 

Tears on your cheek never made nobody weak 

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

Then let yourself heal, pray to God that 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 here I stand, tryna wrestle with the hourglass 

Maybe see how long I can make an hour last 

Dear Black Son 

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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 in you 

So they try to find themselves by defining you 

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

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

But every single 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 them 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