All black

I was just a kid in the dark, no light,

Mom’s screams echoin’ through the house at night.

Fists like thunder, fear like rain,

Hidin’ in my room, drownin’ in the pain.

Pops drunk, rage in his veins,

Broken bottles, bloodstains on the frames.

Told myself I’d never be the same,

But look at me now—caught up in the game.

I see his face every time I swing,

Hands bloodstained, but it don’t mean a thing.

I tried to run, but the past still lingers,

Now I got regret all over my fingers.

Streets taught me how to move with a blade,

No love, just war—had to learn to evade.

Saw my mom cryin’, bruises on her skin,

Told myself never again, I’ma win.

But the streets took me, made me cold,

Turned my heart into steel, soul got sold.

Pulled the trigger just to make ‘em pay,

Didn’t realize I threw my life away.

I see his face every time I swing,

Hands bloodstained, but it don’t mean a thing.

I tried to run, but the past still lingers,

Now I got regret all over my fingers.

I did it for you, Mom, I swear it’s true,

But now I see, I became him too.

Same rage, same pain, same deadly fate,

Now I’m locked up, sittin’ here filled with hate.

I see my mom in the courtroom pew,

Tears in her eyes like, “That ain’t you.”

Wish I could go back, change my track,

Give her a son that ain’t dressed in black.

But the past don’t fade, and the scars don’t heal,

These bars in my face make it all too real.

If I had one wish, I’d take it all back,

Be the son she deserved—no gun, no mask.

But I see his face every time I swing,

Hands bloodstained, but it don’t mean a thing.

I tried to run, but the past still lingers,

Now I got regret all over my fingers.