I Grew up in a house with No Man.
Mama kept tryin’ to fill what I didn’t have.
She keep rolling them in. But the shoes where to big.
Different faces, same promises.
Some talked loud, some talked too hard.
But none of them would be the man.
Temporary men, well-meaning but thin.
They shook the tree but never reached the roots within.
But the old man, steady as a church-bell .
Raised a fatherless boy into a Man.
Yeah, they tried their best, but the scars don’t lie.
Some men hold weight… some just blow away.
One drank and caused, one smoked his dreams away.
One tried buying respect. like it came that cheap.
They would hang around a while , trying to playin’ dad .
But pressure hits different when there not the man.
Some were evil, just like hell, some weren’t even that bad.
They just weren’t built. for the weight of a boy who needed a man.
I watched ‘em try, I watched ‘em fail.
You can’t make iron, if you can’t hammer the steel.
Temporary men, well-meaning but thin.
They shook the tree but never reached the roots within.
But the old man, steady as a church-bell .
Raised a fatherless boy into a Man.
Yeah, they tried their best, but the scars don’t lie.
Some men hold weight… some just blow away.
Stepdads came close, but they never came near.
To the quiet old man who carried every tear.
No speeches, no lies, no ego to feed.
Just hard work, and grit, and what a man should be.
I thought I was fatherless fightin’ through the fog.
Didn’t know my grandfather already took the job.
He didn’t compete, he didn’t complain.
Didn’t need the title to carry the pain.
He taught me how to bleed without losin’ the fight.
How to love . And how to take care of the ones you hold tight.
While stepdads left footprints, he built the road.
The road to the bridge he carried alone.
Temporary men, well-meaning but thin.
They shook the tree but never reached the roots within.
But the old man, steady as a church-bell .
Raised a fatherless boy into a Man.
Yeah, they tried their best, but the scars don’t lie.
Some men hold weight… some just blow away.
Stepdads came close, but they never came near.
To the quiet old man who carried every tear.
No speeches, no lies, no ego to feed.
Just work, and grit, and what a man should be.
If the world wants truth written deep in the Fog:
My grandfather showed up, and the rest just blow away.
Yeah, they tried their best, but the scars don’t lie
Some men held weight… well some just blow away.
