You are a young King, in your words I can hear you growing.
A young black man, I can envision you overcoming.
I know you can catch up to me, I know you hear me calling.

Frustration arises when I see you do your thing.
You a 23 year old, doing 23 year old things.

I’m telling you to speed up, grow up, be that man that I believe in.
Knowing somewhere inside, he can’t till he's ready to see it.

So I’ll push you, I’ll push you, maybe too far away.
So let me try again, and again make you come back this way.

You have so much time, yet I am impatient.
I already see the King in you, why can’t you grasp it?

Separation is needed but not what I want.
He has to go his own path, to maybe be what I thought.

My deepest fear is letting him go.
I don’t want to because I feel like I know.

I know what to do to make you better,
Just hold on tight we can get through it together
He whispers to me, soft wisdom.
Tears roll down my eyes because that was it, that was the trigger.

"You love me" he said, "but I don't know how too appreciate, I need a little time to understand who I am, to know the love you giving is what I need to be made."

Young I still am, young we still are.
I don’t want time away for us to only grow apart.

Selfishness I have to let go of now
I have to let him go his own route

It may be too hard to see, too much to take.
This young man has to have time to make his own mistakes

I could envision one thing,
And stop him from being great.
Resentment is not what I wish for,
This is the road he has to take.