Footsteps - Steady Hands

As a child, my father ran every day of his life

From West Orange, New Jersey through college he was first every time

But as worse things go wrong with your health

I don’t think exercise could have helped

As a child, my father ran every day of his life

As a child, my father ran every day of my life

From his problems, his injuries, his children, and mostly his wife

But I love and respect him more

Then these shos on my feet I afford

As a child, my father ran every day of my lif

And I never thought that I would be so lost

So I bless these Philly streets for giving me time with my thoughts

And I’m hoping, that his footsteps have not gone away with the dust

'Cause my blood has run here for so long

How the hell can I be so lost?

I must have fucked it up

As a child, my father ran every day of his life

Though his bones have gone weaker, It’s barely affected his time

And I can’t wait for that Sunday morn

Where I can beat him like a good boy should

As a child, my father ran every day of his life

As a child, my father ran