Hands That Built Me

I was troubled, I was going through life

Reenacting all the things that I saw with my eyes

I was smoking, I was drinking, I was hitting women

Mr. B got in my face and now I can't forget it

I was in the sixth grade, lost, trying to find a way

No one helped me with my homework so I took detention days

Spent a lot of time with Harley cleaning toilets, it was calming

Having structure that I didn't have at home, I mean hardly

Never ate together at the table

Never talked over pancakes with the maple

Never went for walks down the road as a family

Never got to witness home love be happy

Never got to see one magical Christmas

I never got one thing on my wish list

How come when the family get together, it's drama

Now I gotta distance myself to avoid problems

Ooo, all I know is something's gotta give

I know this ain't how I'm supposed to live

I could never do it by myself

Thank God for ones he sent to help

Bring it back now, this album raw

Emotions hit me like it's Smack Down

I opened wounds that my family tree passed down

Ending generational curses, I hope my dad proud

I hope my dad proud, and my mom too, I owe a lot to

The ones who raised me up when they didn't have to

And the men in my life that I looked up to

You all saved me from going down a bad route

Bobby Parrish taught me to stop feeling bad for me

Mr. B taught me that we don't put our hands on woman

Mr. Whitright told me not to hold a grudge

And Mr. Bohach taught me, gotta raise your sons with love

Father Mel taught me when you get down, look above

Jimmy Burrer taught me strength's when you're mentally tough

This one's for the teachers growing boys into men

I gotta take this chance to say thank you again

Ooo, all I know is something's gotta give

I know this ain't how I'm supposed to live

I could never do it by myself

Thank God for ones he sent to help

Thank God for ones he sent to help