Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] My old man stood tall By the back door light He put that worn key Right in my hand tonight Said, "Son, this house Don't run on pride" "It runs on blood And what you guard inside" (guard inside) [Pre-Chorus] Now my boy is born Tiny fists, warm breath I hear my father In that first cry next [Chorus] Now it’s on me Now it’s on me Head of the house I’ll hold the line for my family Now it’s on me Now it’s on me If you want my blood You come through me [Verse 2] I rock that cradle With a bruised up heart Three generations In a one-room start My wife looks at me Like she knows the score I’m not a boy now I’m the locked front door (locked front door) [Pre-Chorus] I hear the warning In the old man’s tone Take care of your own Or you stand alone [Chorus] Now it’s on me Now it’s on me Head of the house I’ll hold the line for my family Now it’s on me Now it’s on me If you want my blood You come through me [Bridge] Half-time heartbeat Knuckles white on the frame I learned my father’s rage And I learned his name I won’t bow I won’t break That little life behind me Is mine to take (mine to take) [Final Chorus] Now it’s on me Now it’s on me Head of the house I’ll hold the line for my family Now it’s on me Now it’s on me If you want my blood You come through me Now it’s on me Now it’s on me (on me) I pass it on When my son stands next to me
Tags
80s hardcore rock with fast downstroke guitars, driving bass, and punchy slam-back drums; verse spits tight and urgent, pre-chorus opens into shouted gang vocals, chorus hits with gang chants and stacked doubles on the anchor phrase. Bridge drops to half-time with a lone guitar stab before the final blast. Feedback squeal, tom fills, and tape-crackle accents. Raw, bright, in-your-face mix., hardcore, rock
Duration
3:46
Instrumental
No
Created
4/21/2026