Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Broken frame on the dresser Just your face, not mine You taught me how to feel lesser By leavin’ space, not signs You’d pour pain in a bottle Then pour it out on her I learned to flinch at footsteps Before I learned a word You called me “mistake” in the kitchen Thought I was sleepin’ in bed But every curse you spit at my mother Tattooed itself in my head You were home but never present Always ghosts in your eyes You didn’t wanna raise a son So you raised me on lies [Chorus] You didn’t want a son So you turned me into anger Turned my cradle to a cage Made my heartbeat feel like danger Now every breath I take Feels like provin’ you were wrong I was born from what you hated But I’m built to make it strong (yeah) You didn’t want a son Guess I’ll be my own father Climbin’ out the fire You tossed on holy water [Verse 2] I remember cold floors, hot tempers Holes in the wall, late dinners You blamed me for your failures Like I picked your sins as a winner I wore shame like a jacket Hand-me-down from your youth You never faced your demons So you fed ‘em all my truth Teacher asked about parents I just laughed, said “it’s fine” How do you talk about a stranger Who shares the same last line? You taught me trust is a weapon You taught me love means run If there’s a lesson in your absence It’s how to raise my future son (yeah) [Chorus] You didn’t want a son So you turned me into anger Turned my cradle to a cage Made my heartbeat feel like danger Now every breath I take Feels like provin’ you were wrong I was born from what you hated But I’m built to make it strong (strong) You didn’t want a son Guess I’ll be my own father Climbin’ out the fire You tossed on holy water (hey) [Bridge] I’m still that kid in the hallway Listenin’ for your keys Prayin’ that the door stays closed So the storm stays at sea But I’m also grown in the mirror See the man I become You walked away from your blood I turned your back into drums (yeah) [Chorus] You didn’t want a son But I’m louder than your silence Turn my scars into a sermon Over all that violence Every breath I take Is me provin’ you were wrong You tried to break what you created Now I’m standin’ here, full-grown You didn’t want a son Guess you lost before it started I was born from what you ran from I’ll be twice the man you parted
Tags
rap, Dark trap-soul beat with sub-heavy bass swells and sharp hi-hats; verses in tight, rhythmic male vocals spitting double-time pockets over sparse keys. Hook opens into a melodic, wounded chant with layered harmonies and distorted ad-libs, bass hitting hardest on the downbeat. Final verse strips to bass and vocal, then everything slams back in for the last hook., soulful
Duration
3:54
Instrumental
No
Created
2/14/2026