Somebody's Son - Kirk Franklin
Composed by：Kirk Franklin
Produced by：Kirk Franklin
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
Son 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
Son 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
Until you're somebody's son
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
