[Intro] Ah... Famiglia. They told me, “Never shame the name.” Funny what the old books leave out. [Verse 1] I grew up underneath your stories, Names carved deep in broken stone, Promada doors stayed open When the rest had left us alone. You fed the streets, you held the harbor, You stood your ground when heroes ran, So I wore that name like armor, Thought I knew just who I am. Now I walk into the old casino, Velvet ropes and loaded smiles, See a man dragged through the back door, Hear somebody say, “It’s just business, child.” And I’m thinking— Madonna mia, What the hell did I come home to? [Pre-Chorus] Gold on the table, Blood underneath, Saints in the stories, Sins at my feet. I know what you become, I see what you are— How can both be true Inside the same heart? [Chorus] PROMADA BLOOD! It runs hot, it runs deep, A promise that you make And a secret that you keep. PROMADA BLOOD! Famiglia till I die, But you never told your children What was buried underneath the pride. I know the hands that save the city, I see the hands that break the law. Dio mio, tell me— Can I love you Knowing what I saw? Promada blood. Promada blood. [Verse 2] Sofia says, “Keep your head down.” Marco says, “Sit. You need to eat.” Moretti written on my papers, Promada beating underneath. Marius for my father, My mother’s name to hide my own, Every lie is still my family, Every false word feels like home. So I shuffle cards for pretty girls, Make a silver coin disappear, Smile like nothing ever scares me, Like I wasn’t born from fifty years of fear. “Pick a card, bella.” Go ahead. I’m good at making truth disappear. [Pre-Chorus] Chips on the table, Cards in my sleeve, Tell me which history I’m meant to believe. The family I worshipped, The family I see— Maybe monsters grow to heroes. Maybe heroes bend their knees. [Chorus] PROMADA BLOOD! It runs hot, it runs deep, A promise that you make And a secret that you keep. PROMADA BLOOD! Famiglia till I die, But you never told your children What was buried underneath the pride. I know the hands that save the city, I see the hands that break the law. Dio mio, tell me— Can I love you Knowing what I saw? Promada blood. Promada blood. [Bridge] Non dimenticare. Don’t forget. Maybe history cleaned the stains away. Maybe children only hear The stories old men choose to save. But I remember barricades, Promada colors in the rain, Grandmothers passing out the water, Men who never ran away. Were you good? Were you cruel? Were you both? Maybe that’s the lesson No monument ever taught. My blood doesn’t make me righteous. My name doesn’t make me damned. Famiglia is not innocence— It’s choosing where you stand. [Breakdown] So no— I won’t spit upon the name. And no— I won’t pretend you’re clean. I came back here to save the future, Not preserve some family dream. If Promada means protection, Then I’ll make the old words true. And if my family becomes better— Maybe it starts with what I do. [Final Chorus] PROMADA BLOOD! Yeah, it runs hot, it runs deep, Not a destiny I follow, It’s a promise I can keep. PROMADA BLOOD! Famiglia, hear me now— I know what you will become, But I won’t excuse what you are now. These hands can build a shelter. These hands can bloody laws. So Dio mio, watch me— I will love you Without hiding what I saw. PROMADA BLOOD! Sangue mio! No saint, no king, No spotless family name! PROMADA BLOOD! Let the future judge me then— I don’t inherit who you were. I choose what we become. [Outro] Moretti on the paper. Promada in the blood. Famiglia... Andiamo.
