BEARING WALLS: PART II — THE ROAD YOU MADE FOR ME

I been walkin’ down a path with ball bearings at my feet,

Didn’t choose this kind of ground—

you poured it underneath.

Every tremor in my balance

ain’t from choices that I made,

It’s the road you forged in chaos

back before I could escape.

You laid gravel made of breakdowns,

poured the asphalt out of fear,

Raised me on a shaking surface

where the cracks were always near.

So now every step is careful,

every move is slow and tight—

’Cause I learned from you that slipping

can erase your whole damn fight.

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I walk a road you built from broken days and choices you couldn’t keep,

Ball bearings that you scattered underneath me runin’ deep.

Yeah, I move slow on this terrain ’cause when I fall, I fall too steep…

But I’m steady on this road you made,

and I turn hurt into my keep.

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See, the ground I stand on wobbles

from the faults you left behind,

All the storms you never weathered

became fault lines in my mind.

But I’m learnin’ how to brace it,

how to counter every slide,

How to walk on roads of rubble

without breakin’ from inside.

Depression makes it heavier—

a misstep turns into night,

And the gloom you left as shadows

tries to drag me from the light.

But I’m not you, and I’m not fallin’,

not the way you used to slip—

I take every step with purpose

’cause I learned control from the grip.

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I walk a road you laid with damage, hurt, and memories buried deep,

But I tread it with intention, every promise that I keep.

Yeah, the bearings underneath me still can shake me in my sleep…

But I turn that shaky ground to strength

with every careful step I reap.

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And I’m tired… tired of tryna steady ground that ain’t my fault,

Tired of patchin’ up the cracks from all the things you left in salt.

Tired of walkin’ roads that tremble with the echoes of your fall…

But I’m stronger than the path you gave me—

I won’t pass it on at all.

(beat hollows)

This road shakes because of you…

but I walk it because of me.

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I got boys who watch me movin’,

got a wife who sees me try,

And for them I lay new pavement

where the bearings start to die.

Your terrain won’t be their burden,

your mistakes won’t shape their feet,

I’ll rebuild the ground beneath them

so their steps can feel complete.

Yeah, you made this road unstable,

but I learned to move with grace—

Turned the ruins that you handed me

to the strength I now embrace.

I still carry where I came from,

but I won’t repeat the spree—

You forged a broken road for me…

I forged a better one for my family.

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I walk the road you built from breakdowns, scars, and things you couldn’t see,

Ball bearings underneath me from the wounds you passed to me.

Yeah, I stumble, yeah, I struggle, but I rise intentionally…

’Cause the road you made was damaged—

and the one I’m makin’s finally free.