Baby boy

Oh, God how I hope the seasons change

At this rate, you won't make it to season 16

I see the pain you hide beneath the skin you wear like an armor 

built to keep you safe 

You tell me that happiness makes you weak 

Like it will turn you into some kinda freak

Baby boy you freed that anger 

that stuff will kill you faster than you think

You tell me this anger makes you stronger 

How much longer will you get to be young

With all this stuff on the news baby 

I want you to make it into the 2's

I know you're not mine, but baby boy 

I like you just fine the way you are

He has anger in his viens 

Chains in his lungs 

He can't catch a breath

Soon there won't be anything left

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger 

Why does it have to come to kill you or get stronger?

 the problems in columns is the line you're standing in

You ask why its a big deal with highs and lows?

For some of us, we don't come back from the lows

I guess it depends on the side you're on 

Now all these columns look like the fallen

Each in a line with a number to be delt with like a problem

We aren't problems. We are solutions 

We were made to look like kings but its time to be uncrowned

Time to start a revolution 

Finding a solution and not another issue

If you are unexpendable 

You cannot continue to deny his rights

not if but WHEN YOU BECOME UNSTOPPABLE

baby boy youre meant to change the world

You just have to find your voice 

Become undenieable 

Become exactly the young man

I see in you at 7 years old

You are UNFORGETTABLE