By 2015, I was miles from the road Swapped the weight of the streets for a different kind of load , hands deep in the third world foil While you were home judging, I was putting in the toil! And when the Tower went up, and the city was in flames I was at Grenfell, I wasnt playing games! Standing with the survivors, felt the heat and the ash While the system looked away and tried to hide all the cash! Dozens of protests, standing for the weak and the small But now you’re in a courtroom trying to make a hero fall? It’s "illegal games" when the Mother of my child Takes a man’s compassion and tries to claim that he’s wild! You really bringing Palestine to a custody fight? Calling it a "crime" 'cause I’m standing for what’s right? Social services "teaming up" to crucify the truth Because I care about the kids who never had a youth! You ignore the serious stuff, the things that really matter But quick to feed the court with all that "unstable" chatter. My own niece and my nephew, mouths full of lead Repeating vile words that you put in their head! Even my own mother turned her back on her son But I’m a soldier for the truth, and I’ve only just begun! ​Why this

my son, if you’re listening, here’s the 2-hour truth The version they won't tell you in the days of your youth. They’ll try to say your father was a man who was "broken" But they’re scared of the power in the words I have spoken! They use "Autism" as a wall to keep me away from you But it’s just a different lens that I see the world through. I see the kids in Gaza, I see the smoke at the Tower I see the people in the street held down by the power— And I can’t just stand still, I can’t just play along So they call me the villain 'cause my spirit is strong! Your grandmother turned, yeah, she chose the other side Trading family and blood for a bit of her pride. And your cousins saying "vile" things? Just know they’ve been fed A diet of lies and the fear in their head. I’m fighting Social Services, the "team" and the games While I’m out in the world, screaming innocent names! It’s a heavy cross to carry, being Keble’s own son But the battle for your future has only just begun. I’m a '91 baby, I survived the cold blade I won't let your heritage be lost in the shade! They can weaponize the court, they can try to crucify But they can’t kill the love, and they can’t kill the "Why." .

You Can’t Erase the Truth ​They’re out here acting like I’m a ghost, but my name is carved in stone. I’ve been there since the first breath. I’m on that birth certificate, and I’ve been in his life every single second since he entered this world. You can’t delete a father just because you’ve got a grudge. ​To Charlie and Aston: You’re using Social Services to block my 4 hours today? You’re trying to use the system to play a game with a 2-year-old’s life? That’s cowardice. You know the truth—you know I’ve been a constant. You know I’m a good man. But instead of being real, you’re planting lies and letting outside people govern what happens in this family. ​I am his father. ​I have been there from birth. ​I am not a guest; I am his foundation. ​Every lie you tell the workers, every friend you bring into this to talk down on me, and every time you block me from seeing my son—you’re just showing your own weakness. I stayed cool. I tried to keep the peace. But you chose the path of isolation and accusations. ​If you want to tear my heart to pieces, fine. But don't think for a second you can bury the fact that I’ve been here since day one. Whatever happens from this moment on, the weight of these lies is on you. ​The truth doesn't change just because you won't speak it.