[Intro – Thunder + Old Vinyl Crackle]
[A man coughing in another room]
My daddy wasn’t evil…
just wounded.
[Piano enters softly]
But wounded men…
still leave scars.
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[Verse 1]
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Daddy kept rage folded underneath silence,
Worked hard hands wrapped around violence.
Not fists all the time—nah, deeper than that,
The kind where love feel hard to access.
Liquor bottles lined beside the sink,
Church clothes laid out every week.
One hand lifted Sunday mornin’,
Same hand punch walls when the stress start stormin’.
I used to swear I’d never be him,
Never let darkness crawl beneath my skin.
But one night I heard my own voice shout—
And realized his ghost came out my mouth.
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[Hook – Choir + Deep Bass]
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My daddy’s demons…
Live in me…
Passed down slow through memory.
My daddy’s demons…
Heavy load…
Tryna break cycles on this road.
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[Verse 2]
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He came from cotton fields and survival scars,
Raised in a South that made men hard.
Nobody taught him how to cry clean,
So pain turned cold and mean.
That’s how generational curses move—
Not magic spells but inherited wounds.
Silence passed father to son,
Till anger feel like masculinity done right.
I seen him love me the best he could,
Even when his best misunderstood.
And now I carry both grief and grace,
Tryna separate the man from the pain.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Sometimes healing…
is lookin’ at your father honestly.
Not as a monster.
Not as a hero.
Just…
human.
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Lord help me bury what shouldn’t survive…
Before these demons take my life.
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[Verse 3]
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Now every mirror feel like prophecy,
Wonderin’ what parts belong to me.
What parts inherited through bloodlines deep,
Passed down while children sleep.
But I refuse to hand this hurt ahead,
Refuse to raise my sons in dread.
The South already gave us enough pain—
Somebody gotta break these chains.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Strings]
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My daddy’s demons…
Still call my name…
But I won’t let ‘em rule my days.
My daddy’s demons…
End with me…
I’m fightin’ for a different legacy.
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[Outro – Rain + Quiet Piano]
Maybe forgiveness…
the real exorcism.
