(Verse 1)
Fresno grit under my nails, wrestling ring my cage,
Mom's voice a razor's edge, turning a bitter page.
"Worthless," she'd scream, a venomous, raw sound,
Left me bleeding inside, on broken, hallowed ground.
(Pre-Chorus)
Shadows my only comfort, a desperate, numbing game,
Did what I had to do, but the dirt still feels the same.
(Chorus)
(Scratched, distorted female vocal) "You're such a disgrace!"
Didn't care what they called it, just had to claw and fight,
Traded pieces of myself to make the darkness bright.
Now the haze is lifting, OC sun on my face,
Got a family now, Mom—this ain't that goddamn place.
(Verse 2)
Dust of Fresno settled, OC's bleached-out light,
Built something new, but the old ghosts still ignite.
Clean now, yeah, scrubbing off the grime and the lies,
But the hunger's still a beast, just with different hungry eyes.
(Pre-Chorus)
Daylight hustle now, a different kind of sting,
Left the back alleys, hear a different kind of singe.
(Chorus)
(Scratched, distorted female vocal) "You're such a disgrace!"
Didn't care what they called it, just had to claw and fight,
Traded pieces of myself to make the darkness bright.
Now the haze is lifting, OC sun on my face,
Got a family now, Mom—this ain't that goddamn place.
(Bridge)
Her poison still echoes, a broken record's spin,
But the chains are breaking, the real war's from within.
From the gutter's cold grip to something they call "the good,"
Fresno's a fading stain, misunderstood.
(Chorus)
(Scratched, distorted female vocal) "You're such a disgrace!"
Didn't care what they called it, just had to claw and fight,
Traded pieces of myself to make the darkness bright.
Now the haze is lifting, OC sun on my face,
Got a family now, Mom—this ain't that goddamn place.
(Outro)
Yeah, Mom, whatever you screamed, whatever names you threw,
Fresno's in the rearview... and I made it through.
(Heavy, distorted guitar riff fades out)
