Proud

He never hit me with his fists But he did some damage with his words my old man didn’t know no better Just passed down what he thought worked I tried and tried to break his pride And be the apple of his eye And maybe I was loved but he never let me know I was Making my father proud Looks a whole lot different now Ain’t about, the man, that I call dad Who I could never figure out It’s about knowin’ who’s son I really am And knowin’ he’s my biggest fan It’s a kind a love that makes my world revolve around Making my father proud (That’s what life’s about) Gotta a Long road of live and learns in the rear view of my life But Somewhere in the crash and burns And those wrong turns I saw the light He kissed my face, I felt his Grace He said my child you found your place I fell down on my knees I looked up and I could see Me and my old man, finally settled old scores Cause pleasin this world just don’t matter no more Now all I’m livin for