Cold floor closed doors

Verse 1]

Mama said pain got a way of turnin’ boys into storms,
I was sleepin’ on hope, cardboard dreams on the floorboards.
Life taught me math—every loss got a cost,
Every win feel borrowed, every line feel crossed.
Tryna raise my son while I’m raisin’ my voice,
Tryna build a better path but the devil invoice.
I’ve been prayin’ so long I forgot how to breathe,
But I’m still holdin’ on like a promise up my sleeve.

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[Pre-Chorus]

I walk slow ’cause the truth hit harder,
I talk low when the nights get darker.
If love don’t heal, then the hurt gon’ teach—
And what it don’t fix, it gon’ leave.

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[Chorus]

Cold floors, closed doors, I rise anyway.
Heart torn, mind worn, still fight every day.
If the world want war, then I’m standin’ in place—
’Cause the ones I love need more than my face.

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[Verse 2]

Daddy never showed me what a man really was,
So I learned from the silence and the things he never does.
Had to carry whole worlds that ain’t fit on my back,
Turned sweat into scripture, turned pain into fact.
I been runnin’ from the person I was scared to become,
Till I found that the mirror only shows who you run from.
So I stopped, took a breath, let the truth unfold—
A closed mouth breaks hearts, open wounds turn cold.

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[Bridge]

If I fall, let me land where the light don’t fade.
If I break, let me heal in the space I made.
If I cry, let it water what I can’t replace—
’Cause every tear got a story I ain’t scared to face.

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[Chorus]

Cold floors, closed doors, I rise anyway.
Heart torn, mind worn, still fight every day.
If the world want war, then I’m standin’ in place—
’Cause the ones I love need more than my face.

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