[Intro] Wanted by the law… wanted by my demons… wanted by everything except peace. [Verse 1] Wanted man cry when the room get quiet, outside tough, inside damn near dying. I had warrants in my past, ghosts in my present, heart full of rage and a soul full of lessons. Every time I ran, I ran from me too, but yourself got wheels and it know your route. You can cross state lines, change phones, change cars, but you still wake up under the same damn scars. I ain’t making excuses, I’m making it clear, fear made choices that cost me years. Pain made noise that sounded like pride, but I was just a little boy hurting inside. I wore anger like armor, wore smoke like cologne, slept in strange rooms but never felt alone, because regret rode with me everywhere I went, sitting in the backseat counting what I spent. [Hook] Wanted man cry when the moon hang low, deep 808 beating where the heartache go. I been chased by lights, chased by lies, chased by the dead in my own damn mind. Wanted man cry, let the blues string bend, I’m tired of running from the man I been. If mercy got a road, Lord, show me the sign, wanted man cry in the Carolina night. [Verse 2] Ain’t no freedom when you scared of a knock, ain’t no sleep when your past got a clock. Ain’t no love when you hide every wound, ain’t no peace in a motel room. I had women try to hold me, I pushed them away, because love look dangerous when trust decay. I had brothers try to warn me, I called them soft, then watched hard living take everything off. Now I’m learning accountability ain’t weakness, real men face the rot in the deepness. Real men say sorry and mean that shit, real men build instead of bleed on shit. I’m still rough around the edges, still fight my mind, still got old habits with a strong bloodline. But I’m walking toward dawn with my hands open wide, not wanted by the streets, just wanted alive. [Bridge] I don’t want to run no more, I don’t want this gun smoke war. I don’t want my name in chalk, I don’t want my mama lost. Let me live, let me change, let me wash off this shame. [Final Hook] Wanted man cry when the moon hang low, deep 808 beating where the heartache go. I been chased by lights, chased by lies, chased by the dead in my own damn mind. Wanted man cry, let the blues string bend, I’m tired of running from the man I been. If mercy got a road, Lord, show me the sign, wanted man cry in the Carolina night. [Outro] Still breathing… Still wanted… by life.
