Song For My Son (feat. Kane Brown)

Ten years without a drink, and yet every time I pass by the old bar, something clicks inside me like a trigger. But now there is a small passenger next to me with a book in his hands, carefully studying every movement, even spitting into a bottle.

And suddenly you realise: the real battle is not with alcohol, not with habits, but with what is passed down through the generations. Between anger at the mirror and hope in God, a simple prayer is born: may my son inherit the best, not the worst. May the cross on his chest be not just an accessory, but a lifeline.