You and I don't share all our views Still, I am the same as you We both know a home is not an origin We both know a home is where one finds it So, what am I supposed to say? How am I supposed to show my thanks? There's a pressure to being your eldest There's such pressure to make you the proudest I am your son but you were someone's, too So, what is a young man to do? Tell me what it was that he told you When you broke it down and made your own choices Now, I'm breaking out and making my choices I will not forget just where I came from