Born In The Storm

Mama said the sky was black the night I came around,

Lightning cracked the windowpane, shook that little town.

Doctor wiped his brow and whispered, “Lord, what did we receive?”

’Cause I didn’t cry like newborns do — I came in grinding teeth.

I was born with thunder humming somewhere in my bones,

A warning shot from Heaven that the devil heard as home.

A child made out of wildfire, gasoline, and grief,

Yeah, I was born with the storm still on me.

Daddy wasn’t gentle, but he taught me how to stand,

Mama kept on praying while he hardened up my hands.

Two worlds pulling at me like a rope about to snap,

One said “fight your demons,” one said “boy, just fight ‘em back.”

I learned early that the quiet nights were never meant for me,

I slept better with the chaos than I ever did with peace.

Some kids get a childhood — mine was more like a battleground,

Every sunrise felt like something else was going down.

I was born with the storm still on me,

Lightning in my bloodstream, thunder in my heartbeat.

Didn’t ask for trouble, but trouble came free,

Shadow on my shoulder since I was thirteen.

I ain’t proud of the man that I learned to be,

But I was born with the storm still on me.

Teachers tried to fix me, preachers tried to save,

But I kept running wild like I was raised inside a grave.

Every rule I broke was just a dare I had to take,

Every lie I told was just a truth I couldn’t face.

I wasn’t evil — just a boy who never learned to breathe,

Carrying a hurricane no one else could see.

And every time I tried to calm the weather in my chest,

The thunder rolled again and told me, “Son, you ain’t done yet.”

Some folks get a clean slate,

Mine was carved in stone.

Some folks get a soft place,

I just got the unknown.

But even in the darkness,

Something whispered quietly…

“This storm ain’t here to kill you —

It’s here to set you free.”

I was born with the storm still on me,

Lightning in my bloodstream, thunder in my heartbeat.

Didn’t ask for trouble, but trouble came free,

Shadow on my shoulder since I was thirteen.

But maybe all that wreckage was a prophecy,

’Cause I was born with the storm…

And the storm’s what’s gonna set me free.

Yeah, I was born…

Born with the storm still on me.