Son - Sinkane

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