[Intro – RooCat spoken, gravelly & genuine] Straycat… we heard you spit. But before you think I’m all bin-top comfort— I’ve known the puddle water. I’ve seen fox eyes in the dark. I’ve run till my lungs burned. So let me tell you where I’ve been. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Proud hunter becomes prey] I was Big Cat, king of the chase, Cleared out squirrels, ruled this place. Killed for thrills, not to eat, Then came the dogs—fast on their feet. Over garden walls, I fled in fear, Far from home, somewhere unclear. Jumped fences high, heart racing fast, Sudbourne Road now in my past. ⸻ [Chorus – Melodic, bluesy, rhythmic] Three weeks astray, took just one day, Hunger and pride, nowhere to hide. Prayed for a sign, losing life nine, Three weeks run deep—scars that I keep. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Straycat reality hits hard] Tongue cracked dry from puddle sips, Hunger gnawin’, teeth on lips. Fox breath in the alley wind, No friends out here, no easy wins. Every night colder, no bin for rest, Claws drawn tight to guard my chest. No thrill in huntin’, just pain and dread, Chewin’ down vermin, still barely fed. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken, RooCat softer, reflective] Three weeks ain’t a lifetime. But for a cat with nine lives— That’s half a life gone in the dark. It changed me, Straycat… I don’t wear that time as a crown, I carry it as a weight. ⸻ [Chorus – Melodic, bluesy, rhythmic, slightly lifted] Three weeks astray, I found my way, Hunger and pride, still here today. Prayed for a sign, found love in time, Three weeks run deep—scars that still shine. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Finding the way back home] Then saw my face on a torn-up sign, “Lost Cat,” eyes bright, fur once fine. Meowed beneath, begged to be known, Stranger paused, reached for a phone. Hours passed, then I heard that call, Richard’s voice—it broke my wall. Scooped me close, warmth again, Luck and love erased my pain. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Melodic, bluesy, rhythmic, warm resolution] Three weeks astray, I know that way, Hunger and cold still haunt today. But I’m back on the bin, lookin’ down that street, Respect in my eyes for the cats I meet. ⸻ [Outro – RooCat spoken, gravelly, reflective] Straycat… I’m not here to one-up you. Different paths—but pain’s the same. I’ve been behind the bin, I’ve been turned away, And I’ll never forget the taste of puddle water. Any one of us could wear your scars. That’s why I gave you the mic. Now let’s keep spitting truth.
