Song For My Son

Ten years without a drop But I still get that itch Just passed my old bar Slowed down a little bit Thinkin’ ’bout my wife and everything that matters Model on a billboard Tryin’ not to stare at her Little version of me in the backseat Reading me like a novel Sayin’ Dad, why you keep spitting in that Gatorade bottle Jesus, please just come on back I need ya I’m desperate, messed up, tryin’ to do my best but I’m scared all I’m passin' my son down is my bad stuff Father, help me how am I supposed to do this dad stuff I hate church but I love you And I’m prayin' he does too Looks up to me but I hope he sees me lookin' up to Jesus, Jesus Got nothin' against my dad It is what it is But that mirror makes me mad When my demons look like his Just tryin' to be the link That finally breaks the chain Lord, let this cross on my neck Not just be a bunch of bling I'm beggin' Repeat chorus I can’t believe it’s up to me to raise that little man Even though I only know so little, man Repeat chorus Jesus Please just come on back I need ya