Lyrics

"Black Sheep Blues: A Gut-Wrenching Ballad"(Verse 1)
I came into this world like an unwelcome scream,
A shadow in the corner of someone else’s dream.
Mama stayed long enough to give me her name,
Then left me holding questions, soaked in her shame.
Grandpa took me in, his love rough and cruel,
Taught me the world’s cold lessons with hands made of steel.
“Don’t trust, don’t hope, and never back down—
The world feeds on the broken, and it'll spit you out.”(Chorus)
Call me the black sheep—it’s all that they see,
The punching bag for their guilt, their debris.
They wear their armor of pride, sparkling and clean,
While I mended my soul in the cracks in between.
Black sheep, yeah, cursed from the start,
But every scar they gave me became my art.(Verse 2)
Grandma’s smile was sugar laced with salt,
She’d cook up forgiveness and serve it with fault.
Her kitchen wasn’t warm—it was cold, sharp, and mean,
A place to pretend while she picked me clean.
Grandpa’s lessons weren’t much, but they stuck deep,
Told me, “Their love’s just a loan you’ll never keep.”
So I built my walls higher, made fists from tears,
Waiting for someone who'd see past my fears.(Chorus)
Yeah, I’m the black sheep, the family disgrace,
The crack in their mirror, the truth they can’t face.
While they raised their glasses to dreams they stole,
I was busy patching the leaks in my soul.
Black sheep, yeah, damn right that’s me,
But these shattered pieces are my legacy.(Bridge)
I went to war, trying to feel like a man,
Came back with ghosts haunting every strand.
The medals they gave me weighed less than regret,
A shiny distraction I’d rather forget.
I knocked on their door, craving some kind of care,
But nobody answered—there was no one there.
I screamed for her—Mama, where did you go?
Left me a lifetime of questions I’ll never know.(Chorus)
Black sheep, the outcast they blame,
Carrying the weight of a faceless shame.
I gave them my body, my youth, my breath,
But got silence in return, a love worse than death.
Black sheep, yeah, I wear it so proud,
Because from ashes and mud, we still stand unbowed.(Outro)
But I found Melissa—yeah, she found me too,
Two hearts made of glass, cracked right through.
She didn’t fix me, but she sat with my pain,
And together we’ve stood through the fire and rain.
We built something fragile, but it feels like a choice,
In a world screaming silence, we found a voice.
They can call me the black sheep—I’ll bear that name,
But in our broken love, I know who I am