A Father's Son - Citizen Cope

Look look what you’ve done

Not to become your Father’s Son

Before that day, day, day is done

You’ll get your day, day, day in the sun

In this time we’ve got here

Between heaven and hell

You’d prefer a motor craft

But you’re prepared to set sail

The city wants details

The state wants you nailed

The people got they laws

But the Lord’s got the calls

Since there’s cash in the lots

You did what they said you could not

Writt that song like its all that you got

Look look what you’ve done

Not to become your Father’s Son

Before that day, day, day is done

You’ll get your day, day, day in the sun

Do you mind livin' day to day?

You mind livin' day to day

You was found now you’re lost

You’ve got to make up what you cost

That boulder on your shoulder

Is that bear that you cross

That stare that you plot

That will that you got

Could never have been bought

In China or New York

Look look what you’ve done

Not to become your Father’s Son

Before that day, day, day is done

You’ll get your day, day, day in the sun

Do you mind livin' day to day?

You mind livin' day to day