(Verse 1 – Born in West Texas)
I came out cold beneath a West Texas sky,
Mama begged for my breath, Daddy prayed I’d die.
She spilled blood to keep me breathing, her love like a loaded gun,
While Daddy carved his hatred, swore my life was done.
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(Verse 2 – Uncle’s Lessons)
Uncle stank of whiskey, sin burned in his grin,
Taught me how to stand when the world caves in.
Said, “Win when you can, lose when you must—always cheat,”
While Nana whispered, “Love Jesus, let Him guide your feet.”
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(Chorus)
Dead and blue, but I clawed on through,
From gutter nights to the outlaw truth.
Played my hand, paid my dues,
Now I ride redemption with a scar or two.
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(Verse 3 – Denver Ghetto)
Denver in the eighties, gang signs like war flags,
Bullets in the alleys, bodies in bags.
First taste of blood, first taste of fear,
Turned my soul to stone, never shed a tear.
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(Verse 4 – The Programming)
Thirteen years old, met a man with a devil’s grin,
He said, “Kid, I’ll teach you how the darkness wins.”
Dealer, killer, schooled me in chess,
Said, “Life’s a slaughterhouse—play it ruthless, play it best.”
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(Chorus – Repeat)
Dead and blue, but I clawed on through,
From gutter nights to the outlaw truth.
Played my hand, paid my dues,
Now I ride redemption with a scar or two.
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(Verse 5 – Biker Revenge)
I rode chrome and steel like a blade through flesh,
Chasing down ghosts, feeding my death wish.
Brother’s blood screamed from the grave,
I was hell on wheels, too far gone to save.
Desert nights, outlaw bars,
Trading scars for vengeance under kill-shot stars.
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(Bridge – Near Death)
Aztec skies said the world was done,
Lost my brother, lost everyone.
Bullet split the back of my head,
Saw the light when I should’ve been dead.
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(Verse 6 – Redemption)
Darkness gripped me, but the light cut through,
Whispered, “Son, there’s a better road for you.”
Now I’m changing oil, trying to save souls while saving mine,
Trading guns for grace, trading rage for prayer divine.
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(Verse 7 – Duck Turned Good Luck)
They called her Duck in the wild old days,
Sweet little rebel with a gypsy gaze.
Now she’s my good luck, my saving grace,
Turned this outlaw’s heart into a sacred place.
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(Verse 8 – Legacy)
Got kids and grandkids, Brantley swims through rivers,
Clara dances in the rain, chasing all their dreams.
Raised by a man who was once a broken boy,
I teach ‘em love and grace, not the darkness I knew.
