"The Twist from the Past"

Try to run, try to hide

But the past still walks by my side

Memories like chains, tight on my soul

Some stories never get old… they just bleed

Moved to a new street, same city light

Tried to build peace, tried to make it right

Gambled once at the fair, felt grown

From ten to a hundred, then lost it all alone

Just rides and laughs with my bro that day

Till a ghost from my past came to take it away

Didn’t know him at first, then I felt the dread

The one who stood still when I bled

He looked at my boy, tried to spill my name

Said lies loud, tried to bring me shame

I cut him quick, said “I don’t know this guy”

Grabbed my friend’s hand, ran like I could fly

'Cause truth in the wrong mouth’s a loaded gun

Could lose my friend, my peace undone

But that was just the first blow back

The devil returned, same old track

I saw the devil with my eyes wide

He wore a smile, said “come for a ride”

But this time I stood, didn’t play his game

My mom stood up, sent him back in shame

But the past don’t die, it twists and returns

In every shadow, my memory burns

I carry the weight, I carry the flame

But I’m not the boy who’s silent in pain

Saw two boys play a game too dark

Hiding under beds, I saw the spark

The hurt, the silence, the frozen fear

Like watching my story in a mirror clear

A kid forced down, while another took

I didn’t stop it, just sat and looked

Like my “bro” did to me, back then

Now I know what silence does to men

They came again, lied their way inside

Blindfold games, dirty tricks they hide

Said "feel with your mouth," called it a game

But I knew that wasn't no pencil name

They crossed a line with their little joke

But my soul already bore the smoke

Another time, a man in his twenties tried

But this time I escaped, I survived

Internet shadows, poison screens

Sick images fed into my dreams

Parents too busy, never saw the sign

What kids watch… rewires their mind

I saw the devil with my eyes wide

He wore a smile, said “come for a ride”

But this time I stood, didn’t play his game

My mom stood up, sent him back in shame

But the past don’t die, it twists and returns

In every shadow, my memory burns

I carry the weight, I carry the flame

But I’m not the boy who’s silent in pain

The twist from the past…

Still tight like a chain

But now I write it down…

And bleed it out… through the flame