[Lyric] 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 shoеs on my feet I afford
As a child, my father ran every day of my lifе

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