Dante Bowe - Family Tree Lyrics

Momma, you’ll be so proud of me
Look how far we’ve come

Never once did you not believe

You knew it all along

Daddy, you made a man of me

I am my father’s son

The rights, the wrongs, the in-between’s

Help me know for sure

Things do get better
And they lied, they lied, they lied
When they said it don’t

Things do get better
And they lied, they lied, they lied

When they said it won’t
God in heaven knows

Where there’s dark, there’s light
Where there’s wrong, there’s right
Ooh I know that things get better
For the lows, there’s highs
For the blind, there’s sight
Ooh I know that things get better

Brother, brother can you believe

Back when we were young
This was only but a dream
Now, we’ve just begun

Boy, I wish papa could see
The person I’ve become

I’m standing on the family tree

I hope he hears this song

Ooh, ooh 
I know that it gets better

Ooh, ooh, Oh, whoa, yeah, yeah

Get better, I know it gets better
I know it gets better
Better, better, better, better, better