Don’t turn your back on blood,
’Cause blood don’t break when the pressure comes.
I’ve seen brothers fall for a dollar and a lie,
Seen kin turn cold with a dead‑man’s eye.
But I was raised where your word was real,
Where a handshake cut deeper than the pain you feel.
If you stand with me, then I stand with you—
But cross that line and I’ll cut straight through.
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PRE‑CHORUS
Loyalty’s a fire that don’t burn out,
But betrayal hits harder than a twelve‑gauge shout.
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CHORUS
Don’t turn your back on blood,
’Cause blood runs deep like a red‑river flood.
When the world goes black and the wolves get loud,
You’ll find out fast who’ll stand their ground.
Yeah, trust ain’t cheap and truth ain’t clean,
But I ride for mine like a war machine.
Don’t turn your back on blood—
’Cause blood don’t break, and blood don’t budge.
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VERSE 2
I’ve seen friends fade out when the nights got long,
But family stays rooted like an old fight song.
You can talk big talk when the sun’s still high,
But you learn who’s real when the bullets fly.
I’ve carried the weight of the ones I’ve lost,
Paid every debt, no matter the cost.
If you’re cut from my cloth, then you’re cut for life—
But betray that bond and you’re cut like a knife.
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PRE‑CHORUS
Loyalty’s a fire that don’t burn out,
But betrayal hits harder than a twelve‑gauge shout.
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CHORUS
Don’t turn your back on blood,
’Cause blood runs deep like a red‑river flood.
When the world goes black and the wolves get loud,
You’ll find out fast who’ll stand their ground.
Yeah, trust ain’t cheap and truth ain’t clean,
But I ride for mine like a war machine.
Don’t turn your back on blood—
’Cause blood don’t break, and blood don’t budge.
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BRIDGE
When the lights go out and the fear sets in,
You’ll pray for the ones who were there back then.
’Cause strangers scatter and the fakes all run,
But blood stands firm ’til the job is done.
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FINAL CHORUS
Don’t turn your back on blood,
’Cause blood runs deep like a red‑river flood.
When the world goes dark and the wolves close in,
I’ll fight for mine with a steel‑jawed grin.
Yeah, trust ain’t cheap and truth ain’t clean,
But I ride for mine like a war machine.
Don’t turn your back on blood—
’Cause blood don’t break, and blood don’t budge.
No, blood don’t break… and blood don’t budge.
JustNeal63
