fear to the question

I’m not scared to die if it’s fighting for my kids but I’m scared when my son asked me how do I  be streetwise When there is so many violence and gang signs, 
people being brain wash, 
having there life lost, for some dum shit, when you didn’t grew up with a Silver spoon in your mouth, you tend to be involved in it, 
mum always told me, if someone hit you hit them back, can I really tell my son that, for my son to be in an altercation,  media classes them as another black boy, police lieing about my son  been gun down from a robbery that went wrong
Because i wouldn’t know how to strong
Or do I tell my son to count to 10 walk away, swallow your pride and live another day, 
Because my left angel would tell me u have daughter, my right
Devil would tell me to buy a gun to bus back to flush out the, trauma,
And with the anger and thrussation I’m scared who would win
 So I try to be the best, with my words, my action, the strictness, the love i give everyday, not just birthday and Christmas and hopefully it would reflex, so I pray, that I’m a better dad,  then my dad ever was to me