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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 14, 2026
Duration3:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
OzzieJ
OzzieJModelAria v5
Prompt
a bass filled angry/ soulful song about rough childhood and a father who didn’t want a son., rap, trap
