Intro (spoken / low beat)
This ain’t a flex.
This a confession.
If you’re listening close, you might hear yourself.
Verse 1 – The Good
I was good once, hope in my chest,
Sun in my lungs, future felt blessed.
Mama saw light, said “boy, you’re called,”
Didn’t know the dark already made that call.
Dreams on the shelf, faith in my hand,
But I learned how to run before I learned how to stand.
First sip, first hit, felt like relief,
Didn’t know the devil deals comfort on lease.
Said I’m in control, yeah I said that lie,
Funny how the chains fit perfect in my size.
Hook
It’s the good, the bad, and the ugly facts,
Started as a choice, now it’s punching back.
I lost my soul trying to get my mind right,
Chased that peace till it ruined my life.
I tried willpower, tried self-help plans,
But the only way out was desperation and God.
Verse 2 – The Bad
Bad is the silence when the phone don’t ring,
Bad is the look when you disappoint everything.
I broke trust, broke hearts, broke every vow,
Said “next time,” but next time is now.
Lies stacked up just to stay well,
Learned how to look sober while living in hell.
Family hurting but I called it “me,”
Selfish dressed up as misery.
Every bridge burned, still needed a ride,
Every prayer fake, every tear cried.
I said I’d quit when the pain got real,
Didn’t know pain don’t care how you feel.
Hook
It’s the good, the bad, and the ugly facts,
Started as a choice, now it’s punching back.
I lost my soul trying to get my mind right,
Chased that peace till it ruined my life.
I tried willpower, tried self-help plans,
But the only way out was desperation and God.
Verse 3 – The Ugly
Ugly is shaking in a gas station stall,
Ugly is praying when you don’t believe at all.
Ugly is mirrors you don’t wanna face,
Seeing death’s fingerprints all over your face.
Ugly is begging just to feel okay,
Trading tomorrow just to survive today.
Ugly is knowing you can’t outrun you,
No matter how far, the ghost still moves.
I hit bottom so hard I cracked my pride,
No more “I got this,” no place to hide.
Hands in the air, said “God, if You’re real—
If You don’t move now, I’m dead for real.”
Beat Drop / Bridge
I didn’t find God in a clean life,
Found Him bleeding with me in the streetlight.
Rock bottom altar, tears in the dirt,
That’s where grace does its deepest work.
Not strong, not sober, not fixed overnight,
Just broken enough to receive new life.
Final Hook (bigger, victorious)
It’s the good, the bad, and the ugly truth,
The grave I dug couldn’t hold what You do.
You took my shame and rewrote my name,
Turned my scars into something that saves.
I tried every door, every key I could find,
And the only way out was desperation and God.
Outro (spoken / echo)
This ain’t a clean story.
It’s a real one.
And if you’re at the bottom right now—
That might be the gift.
Broken2Blessed
