Still Got Blood On It

(Hook)
That Bible on my dash? Still got blood on it.
That mic I grip tight? Still got mud on it.
This pain I sing loud? Put a drum on it.
Tryna make peace but I still put thugs on it.
(Verse1)
I got verses I wrote when my hands were shakin’,
When the pills wore off and the world stopped fakin’.
I done walked through hell with a gold tooth grinnin’,
Said a prayer in the mirror, swear it felt like sinnin’.
(Rap Verse)
I ain’t healed — I just cope better.
Scars don’t fade, they just blend with the leather.
Every loss I took turned me into a letter,
Now I sign my name in storms and weather.
(Hook )
That Bible on my dash? Still got blood on it.
That mic I grip tight? Still got mud on it.
This pain I sing loud? Put a drum on it.
Tryna make peace but I still put thugs on it.
(Verse 2)
I been broke, been bent, been ghosted,
Heart got ripped, then reposted.
Soul got torn, then re-stitched in pain—
Now every word’s like a Novocaine flame.
(Double Time Verse)
Raised where the night got no chill,
Where the meth smoke rose on the cold hills.
Where the good die young and the bad get deals,
So I made this pen my prayer and steel.
(Bridge)
If you knew the dirt that birthed these songs,
You’d know why I cry when the notes sound wrong.
But I keep singin’ ‘cause the pain lives on—
And the blood on the page still makes me strong.
(Final Hook)
That Bible on my dash? Still got blood on it.
That mic I grip tight? Still got mud on it.
This pain I sing loud? Put a drum on it.
Tryna make peace but I still put thugs on it.
Tryna make peace… but I still put thugs on it.

Southern Soul Trap, Dark, soulful, Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, thunderous 808s, moody pads, trap hats, choir hum, male