Lyrics

[Hook]
Ghosts in the trailer, smoke in the air,
Mama on the pipe, Daddy ain't nowhere.
Hand-me-down shirt, holes in my socks,
But I still walk tall on them gravel rocks.
Ain’t no shame in this white boy’s pain,
Learned to ride through fire in the pourin’ rain.
Yeah, the love was twisted, but it held me tight—
Born in the dark, still chasin’ that light.

[Verse 1]
Busted screen door barely hangin’ on a hinge,
Daddy out drinkin’, cheatin’ at the fringe.
Mama had a lighter and a spoon for a plate,
While I scraped off pride just to carry that weight.
Ain’t no Christmas tree, just a flickerin’ fuse,
Fell asleep to fights and the six o’clock news.
Neighbors all talkin’ but they don't know jack,
Tryin' to grow a rose outta broken-back tracks.

[Verse 2]
I remember school days, jeans three sizes wrong,
They laughed at my shoes, but I kept walkin’ strong.
Lunch card empty, so I learned to skip meals,
Still stood tall with them busted-up heels.
Had a notebook full of rhymes and pain,
Tryna outrun that house full of shame.
But love was there, in a crooked kinda way,
In the silence between the chaos of the day.

[Verse 3]
Now I spit truth like a shotgun blast,
Turnin’ every memory into rhymes that last.
Still hear Mama cryin’ in them midnight walls,
Still see Daddy’s ghost in the liquor store stalls.
But I wear that past like a badge on my chest,
White boy raised in a world that’s a mess.
I don’t run no more, I stand and I fight—
Still chasin’ hope in the dark of the night.

[Hook]
Ghosts in the trailer, smoke in the air,
Mama on the pipe, Daddy ain't nowhere.
Hand-me-down shirt, holes in my socks,
But I still walk tall on them gravel rocks.
Ain’t no shame in this white boy’s pain,
Learned to ride through fire in the pourin’ rain.
Yeah, the love was twisted, but it held me tight—
Born in the dark, still chasin’ that light.