When I grabbed me by the hand you hesitate
With a subtle inclination that tell a man straight
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things a father ain’t
Men are just the sum of all the things their mother’s did
They spend their lives searchin’ for the love they had as kids
My [vice?] ain’t a place to a place of loving home
You can’t expect the harvest where the field’s half grown
You can’t chose your blood
But you can choose to change the chains
That chain you down when you was just a child
And forgiveness ain’t an easy road to go
But I know that it’s a road worth headin’ down
When I see myself, I see your eyes
Reflections nowadays are calm surprise
If the older I get the more I become
All the things I swore I’d always run from
But I’ll raise myself a family and right the wrong
Of an imperfect people who were only half grown
‘Cause you can’t chose your blood
But you can choose to change the chains
That chain you down when you was just a child
And forgiveness ain’t an easy road to go
But I know that it’s a road worth goin’ down
When I grabbed me by the hand you hesitate
With a subtle inclination that tell a man straight
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things a father ain’t
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