| When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate 
With the subtle inclination to tell a man straight 
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint 
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't. 
But men are just the sum of all the things their mothers did 
They'll spend their lives searching for the love they had as kids 
My vices ain't a place to replace a loving home 
You can't expect a harvest where the field's half-grown. 
You can't choose your blood 
But you can choose to change the chains 
That chain you down when you was just a child 
And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go 
But I know that it's a road worth heading down. 
When I see myself, I see your eyes 
Reflections nowadays are a calm surprise 
The older I get, the more I become 
All the things I swore I'd always run from 
But I'll raise myself a family and right the wrong 
Of some imperfect people who were only half grown. 
'cause you can't choose your blood 
But you can choose to change the chains 
That chain you down when you was just a child 
And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go 
But I know that it's a road worth going down. 
When I grab you by the hand, you hesitate 
With the subtle inclination to tell a man straight 
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint 
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't. 
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