His Father's Son

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Germono Toussaint

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God bless the man, that knows where he’s coming from
God bless the boy, that knows where he’s going
A little hope in his hand, and the beat of his own drum
Where will he land, there’s no way of knowing

He’s too big for little things, he’ll fly before he crawls
Just waiting to live his dream, hoping that he won’t fall
He gets just what he wants, he ain’t ‘fraid of anything
And he ain’t worried bout’ his fault, he’s just trying to spread his wings

He’s just his father’s son, trying to be someone
He is always on the run
He’s just his father’s son, that’s where it all comes from 
He’s aiming for the top, and his climb is never done

How far can he go, not even he can know
He’s flexin’, he testing, just going against the flow
Though there’s giants all around, they don’t even catch his eye
He just stands on higher ground, with his head kept to the sky

He’s too big for little things, he’ll fly before he crawls
Just waiting to live his dream, hoping that he won’t fall
He gets just what he wants, he ain’t ‘fraid of anything
And he ain’t worried bout’ his fault, he’s just trying to spread his wings

He’s just his father’s son, trying to be someone
He is always on the run
He’s just his father’s son, that’s where it all comes from 
He’s always aiming for the top, and his climb is never done

If he falls, he’s back up again, just dusts it off and keeps on steppin’
He knows of the enemy within, but he’s got a secret weapon
He’s a chip off the old block, an apple fallen from the tree
He’s filling those shoes and tryna walk, but he does it so deliciously

He’s just his father’s son, trying to be someone
He is always on the run
He’s just his father’s son, that where it all comes from 
He’s always aiming for the top, and his climb is never done

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