I have a little brother
Asking me what freedom is
I said go and ask our father
I think I'm too young for this
He said, Boy you should have asked your mother
She was always good with these things
But Mama she's been gone
Gone for so long
Not everybody is searching for
But we all have a choice
Sometimes, life gives and takes
I still hear her voice
Any son of mine
Should live their life day by day
She used to say
We're good and we're bad
We're young then we're old
These were the things that I was told
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
Living in the city
I barely see the sky you know
The flowers underneath don't got the time to watch 'em grow
Open up your eyes, boy
You've gotta stop the search
It's all in your hands
The whole of the universe
Any son of mine
Should live their life day by day
She used to say
We're good and we're bad
We're young then we're old
These were the things that I was told
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
Not everybody is searching for
But we all have a choice
Sometimes life gives and takes
And I still hear her voice
Any son of mine
Should live their life day by day
She used to say
We're good and we're bad
We're young then we're old
These were the things that I was told
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
You'll make it anyway
