Growing Up
Verse 1
Thinking ‘bout the times I could've done more
I could been more attentive, now this is showing for it
Many thoughts in my head, I just can't let go
Please hold me close, help me express this flow
Speaking to my clma, that's my precious soul
If I could make a change, I would change the way I failed
I was 14 also in survival mode, I may never understand your perspective though
Being 12 seeing mom drive away in that car
You were the one most affected, I see thus far
I was never ever right to lay a hand on you,
I was doing what I knew just to handle through
We were never in the best situation, no!
Young children, primarily immigrants,
Living in a country they say we don't belong
Only a miracle from God can come save us now
Hook
Growing up on our own, we learned to get through
But we are not alone, you got me I got you
You got me I got you, you got me I got you
Growing up on our own, we learned to get through
But we are not alone, you got me I got you
You got me I got you, you got me I got you
Verse 2
If I could be honest, I was looking out for me
Though at time I did see you would cross my feed
I tried to be the best big brother I could be
Like that time, I took you out to see Bee movie
Hanging out at North Park to buy you some shoes
Come to find at home the both belong to the left side
Took a look we both laugh, so we had to take them back
Going back to that train stop, an adventure we had
I wish I had plenty more stories to tell
We grew up far apart even though we were close
Through tears I say we mend together
I believe this happen to know our Maker
But I don't know why things happened this way
Seeing you in ICU nearly crushed my faith
But this TBI will not result in death
Waiting for the Grace of God to come wipe our face
Hook
Growing up on our own, we learned to get through
But we are not alone, you got me I got you
You got me I got you, you got me I got you
Growing up on our own, we learned to get through
But we are not alone, you got me I got you
You got me I got you, you got me I got you
Verse 3
Hard pressed, beatdown, but not crushed or abandoned
Tasted bad things in life, learning things they can't handle
Wiping tears from our eyes, we will not be dismantled
Every trial that draws night, we're not alone in the battle
You're precious in my sight, my Beautiful clma
Move on beyond the past with mama and papa
Look forward to what's next, let the Lord come heal you
The Cross has the final Word and not this Trauma
