Come Home

Walkin round feel like I got a chip on my shoulder
Lookin round I wonder will I ever grow older
Born with an invisible target painted on my head
I see red
And what about the dreams that I have?
Way too many nights in my head
Will our fathers make it safely home
Will Daddy come home?
Is he safe?
Huh?
Or is he unable?
I’ll know when he comes home
Or will he come home?
Huh?
Is he able?
I’ll know when he comes home
I know
He will
Until we all decide to make it our mission to face the wicked system we belong can’t go on
Don’t let it kill another father’s son
Don’t wait too long
So many of us out here starving for justice, but life is not just until life can serve justice to all
It’s not (just) a matter of
Oppression and abuse...
Daily life is too much of a toss up for much many more than many of us like to
Like to believe