i want a son.

i'd raise him right, i promise i would. i'd teach him to be a man.

i'd never shy away from teaching him a lesson, for fear of awkwardness. my father did that with me, and as a result i can't think of one single thing he's ever taught me about being a man. i guess thats why i learned all my lessons the hard way. i'm not goin out like that with my son, though.

i'll be hard, but fair. i won't soothe him when he cries, or placate him when he whines. i'll teach him to stand strong and silent, like a man should. i'll teach him to respect and obey his mother (even if we aren't together), and through this he'll learn to respect women. when he gets old enough i'll teach him about how to avoid these hoes.

i'll teach him about responsibility. i'll teach him about his role in the family, and how that role will change and grow as he gets older, until he's one day the head of his own family. i'll teach him to take resposibility for his own actions. i'll teach him to make the right decisions, more often than not. nobody is perfect, but we all know what the right thing to do is. i'll teach him to do it. i'll teach him accountability. he'll grow up learning how to manage money, to be financially responsible for himself and his family.

i'd teach him good music. he'd be up on everything before HIS time, and have appreciation for art that's even before MY time.

i'll teach him how to fight. i'll teach him how to shoot. more importantly, i'll teach him how to talk to people with respect, and how to demand respect of others. that way, hopefully he'll never have to fight or shoot anyone.

i want a chance to teach what i was forced to learn. to give what i never recieved. to shape a life, to build a man. too many "grown boys" out there these days, not enough men. i want a chance to do my part to change that.

i want a son.