Hey Son,I understand why you sellin' rockIn America on every single city blockRollin' wid yo' semi automatic glock cockedGot no time as the seconds pass on the clockYou can't make it work on minimum wageSo you flaunt yo' talents on the corner stageThis real life fo' you, page after pageVentin' anger relieves all yo' pent up rageYou doin' what it is you think you gotta doDon't condone it, but I sure as hell know it's trueI wish there was some way I could help you thruOn my knees each night I pray a special prayer tooI was caught up that world, what you sell I usedI liked the high, and I was self-abusedDemons runnin' 'round keepin' us all confusedI've got no regrets but wish I had refusedI'm yo' momma, I hanker that you have the bestI know it's hard son, each and every last testI mourn for y'all, with all your sorrow and unrestJust to make it through a day is your conquestI wish things were equal for the young Black manI'm hard on you son, but I know you understandI see you tryin', I know you got a planYou gonna rise up, you can, I'm yo' biggest fanSteady runnin', always checkin' yo' backDon't you understand you under attackThere's nothing on this Earth honey that you lackIt's a beautiful experience my son to be BlackDon't let 'em trick you, it's the powers that beThe devil after yo' soul, he's the enemyHe is blindin' my children so they can't seeBaby listen to Momma, in Christ there's victoryHe'll lead your footsteps, show you what is rightTurn yo' darkest day into brilliant lightTake it from me son, it's gonna be alrightSoon you'll fit into the perfect place, air tightGot yo' own son now, gotta show him the wayI hope you understand what I'm tryin' to sayI pray for you, but it's you that's gotta prayThat yo' son is in the fold, and outta the frayI know I'm goin' on and on, I can't help these tearsThe longevity of a Black male child ain't many yearsSo, I rebuke in Jesus' name all of my fearsI got yo' back, behind you baby, holdin' up the rearGlad you ain't getting' this letter in a jail cellIt's comin' to the house with the daily mailGo now to the water son, set high yo' sailCause the life you livin' right now is a form of hellI'm wid you son, yes I am, all the timeBut how you make yo' money, to me is a crimePut the blunt down son, you in yo' primeIt's fo' you I sat down to write this rhymeThese words I'm sharin' come straight from the heartYou gotta begin again son, make a brand new startYour share is out there waitin', and the bigger partIs that I know your potential child, you real smartYou don't need to stack dollars, start stackin' trustPut your trust in God son, this is a mustI know you wound up so tight, you 'bout to bustYou after those Benjamens, that's yo' sinful lustBut God can make a way outta nothin' you seeYou gotta stop what you doin' and listen to meNo! I don't know it all, but some I do, can't that beEncroach these words baby, check out my reality

I ain't tryin' to preach son but know one thingDepression and sadness upon yo' self you will bringIf you swat the bee, kill it, or it comes back to stingReach far past the stars, grab hold of that brass ringI gave birth to you son, then I watched you growI nurtured you, my best I tired to showWhatever you do as a man, wherever you goTake God with you, you can't ask for much mo'Look to the hills, there's strength up thereI know you know that God knows I careAin't gon' put no more on you than you can bearYou right, you right, life ain't easy, it ain't fairUnderstand that bad times won't last foreverUse your mind son, you know I know you cleverDon't miss out on the miracle, no, not everI'll always support you, I'll never stop neverYou are a King son, this you gotta knowAnd if I didn't say it straight out befo'I'm lettin' you fly son, you gotta goWid the stream, wid the wind, you gotta flowI'll end this letter now 'cause I have faith in youAnd better than that I know what God can doBut there is one thing my son, I gotta ask of youThat you love yo' self better than I love youYou my blood, you got me and yo' daddy in youSo think about what it is you got to doMost of all to thine own self be trueI love you son, your good fortune is way overdueI LOVE YOUYour MommaI really do, I know you love me too