To My Sons Who Are My Suns
All the men in my sons’ lives are ins some type of bondage
I look for a better tomorrow, but can’t find it
Between physical incarceration and the bondage of addiction
It’s all a mental affliction and I wonder if they care
Is there any spiritual conviction?
Do they see the scene they are depicting?
I say, sons, be better than what you see
You will never fall short by being righteous and Godly
Pray for discernment and wisdom
Thee will be false profits and false prophets and you won’t know which direction from
Treat the ladies right but don’t let them take advantage
Some can be very scandalous
Please love who God made you
The ugly and the beautiful
And always, always remember,
Mommy loves you!