🖋️ VERSE 1 I taught my son the sound of truth, In bedtime poems and Sunday youth. I dressed his dreams in quiet light, And showed him how to hold the fight. ✍🏽 CHORUS 🎵 The ink runs deep through every line, From mother’s prayer to poet’s rhyme. If justice sings, then let it be — A song first whispered back to me. 📰 VERSE 2 They said, “Be silent,” but I wrote loud, In papers read by crowds unbowed. “Black women rise,” I penned with fire, “Your voice, your pen, your sacred choir.” 🕯️ BRIDGE (SPOKEN/WHISPERED) 🗣️ "You’ll change the world, my son — with rhythm and reason. But never forget the hands that taught you how to hold the pen." 🎶 CHORUS (REPRISE, SOULFUL SWELL) 🎵 The ink runs deep — and still it flows, Through every truth my baby knows. Justice isn’t born, it’s taught — In lullabies and love and thought. 🖤 OUTRO I gave him words. He gave them wings.
