That's My Son

Some day, I'll make 'em proud to say

That's my son

Some day, I'll make 'em proud to say

That's my son, that's my boy!

Until then, it's strange

I know they Love me, but it feels pained

Their gazing is strained, is this

My guilt I'm feeling, or inheritance pay?

It's such a fine line bordering a great game

But we play with different styles to maintain

A life, a title, a trained frame

Maybe respect and some money on the same day

But the way I stood, didn't sit right

With their version of Good, and what is right

I'd love to tell 'em to hang, and just sit tight

But I might choose to stay high this life

And make music, anything the kid likes

Some they wouldn't choose at all, and wish I'd lip bite

But when it comes to certain subjects that can get my

Attention, I can't let sick shit slip by

Some day, I'll make 'em proud to say

That's my son

Some day, I'll make 'em proud to say

That's my son, that's my boy!

Gratitude is powerful medicine

And makes me and them way better friends

But when they criticize my better sense

I don't wanna scream and fight 'til the bitter end

I don't wanna see a time where we still depend up-

On time, to heal, let's mend and then some

But I still feel them some, and I'm sick of it

I accept this, only to be rid of it

I want acceptance, only cause I'm the best

Me, I'll ever be, and we know God blessed this

Unconditional Love means no question, and

That's all I want from every other contestant

That means you, I don't want to be

Mean anymore, or ever use you as a sad exuse.

The proof is in the goosebumps, and if you

Don't believe in my dream, I'm glad I still choose Love

Some day, I'll make 'em proud to say

That's my son

Some day, I'll make 'em proud to say

That's my son, that's my boy!