Son, before you go

There are things
 
I must let you know,
 
Like what to do just in case
 
A policeman sees your face.
 
Smile big and nod,
 
Put your hands up to god
 
Don’t dress to be noticed,
 
Don’t be assertive
 
I know you know this
 
I repeat myself because I love you
 
And I have no idea, what else to do
 
I can’t protect you if I’m not there
 
And believe me they don’t care
 
About your talents or your smarts
 
Your funny jokes, your kind heart
 
Look down, shut your mouth
 
Don’t grab for something
 
Don’t grab for nothing
 
Don’t move too fast
 
Don’t move too slow
 
I don’t wanna have to go

To your funeral