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When I grab me by the hand, you hesitateWith a subtle inclination to tell a man straightYour sister was a savior and your mother is a saintSometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain'tAnd men are just the sum of all the things their mothers didThey'll spend their lives searchin' for the love they had as kidsMy vices ain't in place to replace a loving homeYou can't expect to harvest where the field's half-grownYou can't choose your bloodBut you can choose to change the chains that chained you downWhen you was just a childAnd forgiveness ain't an easy road to goBut I know that it's a road worth headin' downWhen I see myself, I see your eyesReflections nowadays are a calm surpriseIf the older I get, the more I becomeAll the things I swore I'd always run fromBut I'll raise myself a family and right the wrongOf some imperfect people who were only half-grown'Cause you can't choose your bloodBut you can choose to change the chains that chained you downWhen you was just a childAnd forgiveness ain't an easy road to goBut I know that it's a road worth going downWhen I grab me by the hand, you hesitateWith a subtle inclination to tell a man straightYour sister was a savior and your mother is a saintSometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't
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