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For My Son
- (Verse 1)
- Keep your palms where they can scan 'em, slow talk, no panic,
- Stay calm when the sirens scream like demons, it’s manic.
- No sudden moves—don’t reach, don’t flinch, don’t slip,
- ‘Cause triggers itch, and they’ll paint the scene with your name in script.
- Just another brown face lost in the system’s chase,
- No badge of honor, just a case number erased.
- It don’t matter if your words gleam or your grades stand tall,
- They see the shade first—then they build the wall.
- I hate that my lessons ain’t ‘bout dreams—just breathin’,
- Not how to fly high, but how to dodge the heathens.
- This the tax on the melanin, the cost of the skin,
- You ain’t start at the line—you start where the grave begins.
- I ain’t here to dim your flame, just to lace your armor,
- So when they aim to erase ya, the world can’t harm ya.
- Never shame the soil where your roots collide,
- We’re seeds of warriors, mijo—stand tall with pride.
- (Hook)
- I know the world gon’ test ya, try to break your design,
- But grit’s in your DNA—ancestrally signed.
- You hold more than scars—you hold every crown,
- A calm in the chaos, but the flame won’t drown.
- Yeah, it’s war—but you’re wrought in the fight,
- Not just my seed—you’re the ghost in the night.
- So iron your posture, let the doubters shake,
- They’ll bet against you—just to watch you take.
- (Verse 2)
- Even outside the law, it’s a war you ain’t choose,
- From class to the corner, they still trackin’ your moves.
- That smirk ain’t kindness—it’s a knife in a test,
- They scan you for threats ‘fore they check for a chest.
- You’ll step in circles where your name don’t stick,
- Where tongues twist your slang just to clown and diss.
- They’ll crack ‘bout tacos, call your blood "illegal",
- Then claim you’re "too tense" when your fire ain’t feeble.
- Might crown you the best but still pass you the least,
- Shake hands with the right while the left holds the leash.
- But fuck ’em—stand tall, let your shadow stretch wide,
- Don’t dull your soul just to fit inside.
- Speak like the thunder, let your roots erupt,
- If they black out the sun, be the light they interrupt.
- Pride ain’t ego—it’s the steel in your spine,
- A flag for the fallen who refused to rewind
- (Hook)
- I know the world gon’ test ya, try to break your design,
- But grit’s in your DNA—ancestrally signed.
- You hold more than scars—you hold every crown,
- A calm in the chaos, but the flame won’t drown.
- Yeah, it’s war—but you’re wrought in the fight,
- Not just my seed—you’re the ghost in the night.
- So iron your posture, let the doubters shake,
- They’ll bet against you—just to watch you take.
- (Verse 3)
- Don’t let this world shame the brown in your veins,
- You’re born from a legacy that breathes through the chains.
- From César’s strikes to Dolores’ war cries,
- They cracked the silence so your voice could rise.
- Selena belted dreams, turned pain into sound,
- Oscar swung gold where they swore we’d drown.
- Edward painted our truth in the light of the screen,
- Real kings built thrones—remember what that means.
- Two flags in your heartbeat—wave ‘em loud,
- Mexican American, let the hate crowd doubt.
- You ain’t split in half—you’re the whole fight,
- The soil and the sun, the dark and the bright.
- So stride with the weight of the ones who came first,
- Your roots ain’t anchors—they’re the wings through the worst.
- And if they mute your shine, let ‘em choke on your air—
- You stand in your name like a throne’s already there.
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