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Lyrics
[Verse]
Pops held it down, backbone of the fam,
Taught me how to stand tall, how to be a man.
Wisdom in his eyes, stories in his hands,
Blueprint for my life, he drew the plan.
Every laugh we shared, a melody so sweet,
Sunday morning talks, where the soul would meet.
If he ain't here, the world feels offbeat,
Like a drumline missing its heart, incomplete.
[Chorus]
Father's son, that's who I be,
Roots run deep like an old oak tree.
If he ain't here, what’s left of me?
Father's son, my legacy.
[Verse 2]
He gave me game, chess moves on the board,
Taught me life’s battles ain't fought with a sword.
When the world got heavy, he carried the load,
Paved the way forward, cleared every road.
When he laughed, it was jazz, pure improvisation,
When he cried, it was rain, holy hydration.
If he’s gone, I’d wander, lost in translation,
My compass, my anchor, my heart’s foundation.
[Chorus]
Father's son, that's who I be,
Roots run deep like an old oak tree.
If he ain't here, what’s left of me?
Father's son, my legacy.
Details
GeneratedSep 29, 2025
Duration2:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
minimal beats with warm piano chords and subtle bassline, rap, hip-hop, soulful
Credits
Prompt by
GsmooveWave88
GsmooveWave88ModelAria v4
Prompt
As a son I love my father I him with my all if anything happens to him I would be hurt you see my father was always present in my life I wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't here anymore, rap
