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[Verse 1]
Forty-seven years on his back
Hands like leather, boots worn black
Twelve long years in the line of fire
Held that wall, never asked for more
Morning came with a plain work shirt
Built this life through sweat and hurt
He came home tired, but he came home proud
Tried to keep his feet on solid ground
[Pre-Chorus]
But the night got long
And the pull got strong
One small lie turned into years
Now he's staring down his fear
[Chorus]
Break free, break free
From those claws on me
Break free, break free
Lord, let him breathe
He stood for us
Now he's down on his knees
Break free, break free
From that meth disease
[Verse 2]
Kitchen table, bills stacked high
Empty coffee cup, hollow eyes
Son kept asking, "Dad, you okay?"
He said, "I'm trying," looked away
Old wounds talk in a familiar tone
Tell him he don't have to walk this alone
But he knows that road, knows where it ends
With broken promises and shaking hands
[Pre-Chorus]
Still, the morning comes
And the work ain't done
One more step, one more day
He's fighting hard to find his way
[Chorus]
Break free, break free
From those claws on me
Break free, break free
Lord, let him breathe
He stood for us
Now he's down on his knees
Break free, break free
From that meth disease
[Bridge]
Twelve years strong in a borrowed uniform
Now he's battling storms in his own living room
If freedom means anything at all
It's getting back up when you feel like you fall
No shame in the scar
No shame in the fight
He's more than the dark
He's reaching for the light
[Chorus]
Break free, break free
From those claws on me
Break free, break free
Lord, let him breathe
He stood for us
Now he's down on his knees
Break free, break free
From that meth disease
[Outro]
Forty-seven years, still standing tall
One hard man, trying not to fall
Break free, break free
Yeah, break free
Details
GeneratedJul 17, 2026
Duration4:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Blues rock with a slow-burn swagger, shuffling drums, grit-soaked electric guitar, and a weary-but-driving bass line; verse rides a tight blues pocket, pre-chorus opens with rising slide guitar and tom builds, chorus hits with wide gang vocal support and bent-note lead licks. Vocal is rough, close-mic, and strained in verses, then doubled on the hook with rough harmonies and a few shouted ad-libs. Add a harmonica cry between lines, a tape-slap delay on key words, and a final chorus lift with bigger drums and ringing guitars. Mix is warm, punchy, and weathered, with dusty low mids and bright guitar edges., rock, blues
Credits
Prompt by
JohnnyToonz
JohnnyToonzModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Song about a hard working 47 years old man who devoted 12 years of his life to defending our freedom, now he's fighting a battle to break free from the claws of methamphetamine addiction. Blues Rock
