(Dedicated to the memory of Freddie Gray)
I saw a mother cry because she lost her son
And when I saw her cry it reminded me of the other ones
She reminisce about his smile and the way he laughed
And now those memories forces tears from her soul as the days go past
Her heart is shattered in a million pieces, she needs to why
She reflects on the activities that couldve been done, or words that could have been said, if she knew that the last time she saw him, would be his last day alive
Her prince has ascended to the kingdom above
The anguish she’s experiencing now, can only be because of a mothers love
I Am Becoming King
