I wrote this to perform for some young masterz......in memory of Chris who was executed
Written by - 5ive Star gENeral (Davis J Williams)
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Sorry I ignored you at 6, 5, and 4,
Sorry that I snarled at you for u wanting to be more.
Sorry that at 10, 11, and 12, our brotherhood lacked,
Your path into manhood was definitely hacked.
Hacked by a narrative that twisted the truth,
Where your worth was dismissed since the days of your youth.
Sorry for the silence that suffocated your voice,
For the dreams that were crushed, for not giving you choice.
Sorry for attending that rave and bathing in fame,
While you fought for respect, lost in the game.
Sorry for not being a father to the fatherless,
Sorry for acting like a grown kid, lost in excess.
Sorry for abusing my power, for failing to stand,
For not holding you to account, just letting things span.
Sorry for feeding into a narrative spun,
Sorry for funding oppression, for all that I’ve done.
Sorry for ignoring the abuse that you faced,
For the hurt that was hidden, the pain laid to waste.
Sorry for the times I chose comfort and ease,
While you battled the storms, just searching for peace.
I’m sorry to the core for my part in this mess,
For failing to see you, for my own cowardice.
Now it’s too late, and the truth cuts like glass,
A reminder that compassion was never meant to pass.
I now understand what a rites of passage means,
The switch from boy to man, the loss of your dreams.
Boys are born, but men are made;
Young master, we failed you; our promises frayed.
Please grant us grace as we try to amend,
To stand up for you now, to be more than pretend.
We’re learning the lessons that we should have known,
To honour your journey and the seeds you’ve sown.
Now you are 23 years old, now everyone knows your name,
A bittersweet legacy, a reminder of the pain
Life cut short,
Two days before the Queen died,
Killed by the Queen's guard,
In a world filled with pride.
Chris, we turned our backs,
Blind to all your dreams,
Your worth was so immense,
Lost in silent screams.
Now it’s hard to bear,
The future you could’ve known,
In shadows you remain,
A legacy overthrown.
Have we had enough yet?
Men, are you ready to stand?
To hold space for these boys
As they find their way to manhood’s land?
To guide them through the struggle,
To nurture and to teach,
To show them love and strength,
And help them find their reach.
Pause...breathe.
In.....hold....out.....hold
Stand up, King and Queen,
Stand up, fix your crown,
Rites of passage await,
Heal the boy
Let the man appear,
With wisdom, love, and grace,
Together we can forge
A brighter, safer space.
For every child unheard,
For every silent cry,
We’ll break the chains of shame,
And lift them to the sky.
With courage as our shield,
And unity our song,
We’ll guide them through the darkness,
Help them know they belong.
So rise up, stand together,
With strength that knows no end,
In the hearts of our young kings,
Let compassion be our trend.
In this journey of healing,
We’ll show them what it means
To embrace their full potential,
To live out their wild dreams.