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[Verse 1]
He don’t talk about his childhood, there ain’t much there to tell,
Just a baby in a basket left beside a mission bell.
Grew up learnin’ how to hustle, how to stand on his own feet,
But being tough don’t fill the spaces where a name and love should meet.
[Pre-Chorus]
And every time he looked inside, he’d feel that empty place,
Wonderin’ why the good Lord gave him life without a trace.
[Chorus]
He’s a bastard from a basket, searchin’ for a reason,
Feelin’ like a heartbreak in every single season.
Walked a hundred highways, each one let him down,
Tryin’ to find his purpose in another nowhere town.
Yeah, he’s lost but he’s still askin’,
What’s a man supposed to be…
When he’s a bastard from a basket?
[Verse 2]
He tried love and he tried prayin’, but the answers never stayed,
Every road he pinned his hopes on somehow always washed away.
Clockin’ in at that factory, he keeps movin’ through the grind,
But the hardest work he’s doin’ is the fight inside his mind.
[Pre-Chorus]
Still he keeps on pushin’ forward, though he’s tired of lookin’ back,
Hoping fate will give him somethin’ that his past days always lacked.
[Chorus]
He’s a bastard from a basket, searchin’ for a reason,
Feelin’ like a heartbreak in every single season.
Walked a hundred highways, each one let him down,
Tryin’ to find his purpose in another nowhere town.
Yeah, he’s lost but he’s still askin’,
What’s a man supposed to be…
When he’s a bastard from a basket?
[Bridge]
But maybe strength is born in places
Where the hurt runs deep and cold,
And a man who starts with nothin’
Learns to trust his heart of gold.
[Final Chorus]
He’s a bastard from a basket, but he’s risin’ from his past,
Findin’ out that purpose ain’t the finish — it’s the path.
Every road that broke him helped him stand up tall again,
Now he’s learnin’ who he is instead of who he might’ve been.
Yeah, he’s scarred but he’s still askin’,
What’s a man supposed to be…
When he’s a bastard from a basket?
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