Verse 1
Found out late, yeah that’s the part that cuts deep,
No call, no knock, just ghosts in my sleep.
Blood in my blood but I’m last to know,
They kept it quiet like that makes it hurt less, no.
Phone in my hand, heart stuck in my chest,
Tryna breathe through the rage, through the pain, through the stress.
World kept moving like it’s nothing at all,
But my cousin got taken and I missed the fall.
Verse 2
Jan wasn’t a headline, wasn’t just a name,
That was Janny Boy, flesh, laugh, pain.
They talk numbers, dates, cold case files,
But they don’t know his walk, his voice, his style.
I replay the “what ifs” at three in the morn’,
Wonderin’ how the hell you just get ripped from the form.
Life ain’t fair, streets don’t care,
And the silence from my own cuts harder than fear.
Hook
Free Janny Boy in the sky tonight,
They took his body but they missed his light.
I wasn’t there when the world went black,
But I carry your name when I push right back.
Verse 3
Anger got weight, yeah I carry it heavy,
Some days I’m calm, other days I’m ready.
Ready to snap, ready to scream,
Ready to ask God what this even means.
Family ties shouldn’t come with delay,
If love was real, why you keep me away?
But I won’t drown in the blame or the hate,
I’ll turn this grief into something straight.
Hook
Free Janny Boy in the sky tonight,
They took his body but they missed his light.
I wasn’t there when the world went black,
But I carry your name when I push right back.
Verse 4 (shift — uplift starts)
I ain’t glorifyin’ blood, I ain’t pushin’ revenge,
I’m breakin’ the cycle, that’s how it ends.
Your story don’t die in a courtroom page,
It lives every time I rise from the rage.
I speak your name so it don’t fade out,
Turn pain into purpose, that’s what I’m about.
From the dirt to the stars where the old ones stand,
I feel you walkin’ with me, Janny’s hand in my hand.
Final Hook
Free Janny Boy, yeah I say it proud,
Not just in tears but my voice out loud.
They tried to break us, tried to destroy,
But they can’t erase you, Janny Boy.
Outro (spoken)
This ain’t a track.
It’s a memory.
Rest easy, cuz.
I got you from here.
TheMediMan
