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