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.