Worlds apart from the start someone said in voice.. speaking of a color blind that offered little choice.. little man does all he can even at ten years.. gonna be a star someday.. conquer racial fears..
Grandma said to Grandpa ‘that child smart as can be.. maybe be like MLK give folks dreams of free.. dream comes right along to mind.. fear sent far away.. maybe little grandson gonna show us all the way’..
Sitting in a friends home looked out over Mission Bay.. joy comes at a price of nothing.. no one has to pay..
Whether promise made in passion.. or party down days.. truth pays admission to free.. guides us through the haze..
Grab a can where you stand.. beat rhythm with a stick.. man of music on the land.. true no lies.. no trick..
Need or want things.. out of cash.. or maybe think you are.. humbly ask what’s on your mind.. share dreams shining stars..
Things of others that you want.. covet not in lies.. springtime comes to heart in giving.. tricks make others cry..
Child is ten.. will grow again.. strong mind heart and bones.. knows his path a challenge waits.. time he will walk alone..
Where decisions must be made.. honor as found true.. even weeping tears of blood he gives his best to you.. 🙂