Cold floor closed doors

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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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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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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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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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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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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.