Little black boy, brand new in the world

Unaware of danger, his small body still curled

His eyes open wide, pretty and brown

Taking in his first view of all that’s around

His mom holds him gently, his dad promises to teach

And swears to the newborn he’ll always be within reach

This is how life should begin

Free from worry, untouched by sin

Same black boy, trying to find his way in the world

Amidst crime, temptation, his friends, drugs and girls

His eyes are still open, though weary and bloodshot

He sits back some days and dreams of being a robot

But he’s not, so he clears his mind by writing some rhymes

He’s good at it and it helps him deal with his issues at times

His mom’s gone and his dad’s health is kinda failing him

The young boy would do anything to have happy days again

Young black man, all alone in the world

Everyone is gone, from his dad to his girl

He tries to close his eyes to forget the pain he’s dealing with

Everyone tells him “Its okay” but he really isn’t feeling it

How can you lose your mentor and best friend

Yet not feel like your world has come to an end

But he pushes on and tries to stay strong

‘Cause in the end he knows they’ll meet again

The little black boy and his dad