(Country Rap Story – From Rock Bottom to Rebuild) I was born and raised in Bellefontaine, Ohio streets, Early 20s hit, life knocked me off my feet, First child came in the middle of the storm, Trying to be a man, but I wasn’t fully formed. Moved to Indian Lake, then I ran to Lima, Chasing better days, but I kept losing the rhythm, Back and forth again, Indian Lake to the grind, Trying to escape what was weighing on my mind. Then Pataskala called, thought I’d start fresh, But I was still fighting demons in my chest, Back to Indian Lake, like a cycle on repeat, Trying to find peace while I stayed in the heat. Then I met a woman, we built a life together, Six years strong, thought it would last forever, Had a little girl, beautiful and bright, But I started slipping into darker nights. We moved into Columbus, North side motel stay, Me working every day just to find a way, It was me, my girl, and my dog Teddy too, Trying to hold it down like I was supposed to do. Then Westerville Road, we got an apartment there, A few good years, we were really a pair, Then Brice Road came, and life got heavy, I was still working but my mind wasn’t steady. gemStarr Road, then Ferndale after that, Bexley nights where the foundation cracked, Addiction creeping in while I kept a job, Functional pain but it still took its toll, it robbed. She saw the change and I couldn’t break free, And I lost everything that meant the world to me, I burned those bridges, watched it fall apart, Addiction had its hands right around my heart. Then Brice Road again, I hit the lowest place, Homeless nights, couldn’t even face my face, Told them both I’m done, I need a brand-new start, Had to choose rehab before I fell apart. Now I’m clean, I’m steady, almost six months strong, Going through the process, where I belong, Five days turned three, now I’m down to two, About to graduate, got a whole new view. I got my life back, I’m working again, Pocket full of blessings, I’m making amends, Still single, but I’m peaceful inside, No more running, no more trying to hide. Now I FaceTime my daughter, hear her laugh and smile, Soon I’ll be there in person in a little while, My ex and I, we cool, we found peace, Not together, but the pressure finally ceased. From rock bottom low to where I stand today, I’m just thankful I didn’t throw it all away, Still writing my story, still learning my rhyme, Just a real man rebuilding… one day at a time.
