Yeah…

They gave us scars…

But they don’t get to write the ending…

Nah…

This the healing season…

Let’s ride…

(Verse 1)

Grandma cried but never told us why.

Daddy learned to fight before he learned to cry.

Mama wore a smile while her soul ran dry.

Now we all inherited storms from the sky.

Look…They said, “Keep the peace…”So I kept quiet.

They said,“Blood is blood…”So I stayed loyal.

They said,“Respect your elders…”

Even when respect never came back.

Now I’m Grown…

Looking in the mirror…

Trying to separate me…From everything they lacked.

I ain’t broken…I’m carrying generations.

Trying to breathe…While holding family expectations.

Every holiday…Same conversations.

Everybody bleeding…Nobody facing.

(Pre-Chorus)