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."
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