Somebody's Son
I was born a mistake, a sin they couldn't erase
A secret hidden half a century
I look for you, do I look like you?
Questions children cry out in their sleep
I'd give up every trophy that I've won just to be somebody's son
Every wrong, I did it, failures, I admit it
Consequences now belong to me
But who knew me not having you
Would force me to see love so differently?
Fighting battles, few have ever won, truly, you're somebody's son
(It makes sense) I'm running, I'm chasing, I'm falling
(It makes sense) these demons, these strongholds unbroken
(It makes sense) we're searching for a mother's love
Step two is pointless when you're stuck at one
Until you're somebody's son
(It makes sense) I'm running, I'm chasing, I'm falling
(It makes sense) these demons, those strongholds unbroken
(It makes sense) we're searching for a mother's love
Step two is pointless when you're stuck at one
Until you're somebody's son (somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody's son)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Why, oh why) did You keep them far away?
How much more do I have to pay?
(Why, oh why) You ignore the prayers I pray?
Habits come from past mistakes
With each limp, my race I have to run
But I guess so did Your son
A secret hidden half a century
I look for you, do I look like you?
Questions children cry out in their sleep
I'd give up every trophy that I've won just to be somebody's son
Every wrong, I did it, failures, I admit it
Consequences now belong to me
But who knew me not having you
Would force me to see love so differently?
Fighting battles, few have ever won, truly, you're somebody's son
(It makes sense) I'm running, I'm chasing, I'm falling
(It makes sense) these demons, these strongholds unbroken
(It makes sense) we're searching for a mother's love
Step two is pointless when you're stuck at one
Until you're somebody's son
(It makes sense) I'm running, I'm chasing, I'm falling
(It makes sense) these demons, those strongholds unbroken
(It makes sense) we're searching for a mother's love
Step two is pointless when you're stuck at one
Until you're somebody's son (somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody's son)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah)
(Why, oh why) did You keep them far away?
How much more do I have to pay?
(Why, oh why) You ignore the prayers I pray?
Habits come from past mistakes
With each limp, my race I have to run
But I guess so did Your son
Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Franklin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.