paroles de chanson Dear Black Son - 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
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
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
![Brother Ali - All the Beauty In This Whole Life](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/h/n/m/t/8gkdi3tmnh.jpg)
1 Pen to Paper
2 Own Light (What Hearts Are For)
3 Special Effects
4 Can't Take That Away
5 Dear Black Son
6 We Got This
7 Uncle Usi Taught Me
8 Pray For Me
9 It Ain't Easy
10 Never Learn
11 Tremble
12 Before They Called You White
13 The Bitten Apple
14 Out Of Here
15 All The Beauty In This Whole Life
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