[Intro — dry rap pickup] Look close. [Verse 1 — elastic bounce; quick runs, sharp landings] Walk in, shoulders loose, I don’t need me a room full of witnesses; Already known where it counts—let me show you the family business. Everybody said, “Make you a name”; I was wearing myself out for traction; Spirit within me cries “Father”—I’m learning to answer with action. Family name, family nature—there’s more than a label attached; Love put a roof over me; let the way that I live give it back. Image and likeness—let character slowly develop in focus; The print that He leaves on my days is the way that my people will know it. Got a name on a chain, but the gold couldn’t show me my worth; Father knew who I was long before I had something to earn. Got a place at the table, a name, and a Father’s affection; Every day is another little chance for a clearer reflection. [Rapped hook — confident, clipped, infectious] Family resemblance—look close at the way that I move; Carry the name; let the character carry the proof. Same love at the table, same love when I’m back on the road; Who I belong to shows up in the way that I roll. [Verse 2 — conversational rhythm; accelerate through internal rhymes] Clock out, walk in, little shoes in the middle of the hallway; Day been a lot; still got love for the “Daddy, can you come play?” Pocket full of pings, little voice with a story to finish; Whole world can wait; let attention be part of the giving. Milk hits the floor; I go reaching for towels with a smile; That’s the family portrait—a father who’s patient with a child. Lost my cool? Own it quick; I can kneel and admit I was wrong; Little eyes learn that strength can be gentle and still be strong. Next day, same grace when a coworker’s running behind; Let the work of His hands show up in how I’m handling mine. That’s a name worth protecting, a legacy built in the kitchen; The estate that I’m leaving is peace in the state that they live in. [Rapped hook] Family resemblance—look close at the way that I move; Carry the name; let the character carry the proof. Same love at the table, same love when I’m back on the road; Who I belong to shows up in the way that I roll. [Break — two bars, clipped rap] Take that home. Bring that out. Same name when the lights go down. [Verse 3 — fastest runs; stay behind the clap] Name tag, stage lights, bank app—none of ’em tell me my standing; Son before sunrise; the work of the day isn’t making me family. Spirit, keep working within me, repainting the rooms of my thinking; Open the windows; Your joy puts a new kind of light on my living. Give me a spine for the truth and a soft place for people to land; Both came from the Father; I’m learning the work of His hands. Quick wit, slick tongue, big runs—I can fit me a lot in a sentence; Still want the people I love to remember the love in my presence. Got the bars, got the bounce, got the breath; let the breath be invested In a life that can say what it means when the meaning gets tested. Same me at the house, same me with the doors of the building wide; Family resemblance—my Father’s been working from the inside. [Final rapped hook — stronger vocal doubles] Family resemblance—look close at the way that I move; Carry the name; let the character carry the proof. Same love at the table, same love when I’m back on the road; Home in the Father, and taking that love when I go.
