Blood-Stained Dream

was tryin’ to find a place I could just be Three dogs, my wife, and a blood-stained dream Sellin’ dreams all day while mine barely breathe Fake smiles, big checks, still can’t outrun reality Cheap cologne, dress pants, old mud on these jeans They talk about my life like they ever really knew me Blood on the Mic when the silence gets too deep Walkin’ with my ghosts since I was twenty-three Clock in, collar tight, cheap scent on my sleeve Dress pants clean but the mud won’t leave Talkin’ big dreams to the ones tryin’ to believe While mine in the backseat barely could breathe Smile for the room, shake hands, play nice Bills in my head got a louder voice Everybody got thoughts when they ain’t paid the price Everybody got a map when they ain’t walked twice I was sellin’ them hope while I swallowed my own Had a phone full of pressure and a heart full of stone Had rent on the line, had the lights on loan Had a house full of love that I still called home They saw numbers, they saw checks, they saw work on repeat They ain’t see me in the dark with the world on my knees They ain’t see what it took just to stand on my feet They don’t know what I buried underneath these jeans So don’t talk like you know what it means to be me You ain’t seen what I carried just to keep my hands clean I don’t need your crown, I don’t need to be seen I just needed one place where my heart could breathe I was tryin’ to find a place I could just be Three dogs, my wife, and a blood-stained dream Sellin’ dreams all day while mine barely breathe Fake smiles, big checks, still can’t outrun reality Cheap cologne, dress pants, old mud on these jeans They talk about my life like they ever really knew me Blood on the Mic when the silence gets too deep Walkin’ with my ghosts since I was twenty-three You don’t know me No, you don’t know me You saw the mud on my jeans But you never saw the road underneath They painted me low like I never got clean Like failure was stitched in the blood of my genes Like I wasn’t out buildin’ a life from the seams Like I wasn’t out fightin’ for family and dreams Funny how they talk when the walls got ears Funny how truth takes blood, sweat, years Funny how judgment gets loud from the cheap seats When they never asked once what the hell broke me I lost me an eye, but I gained what they lack Saw through the smoke when the whole world turned black Watcher in the dark with a blade in my back Knight held clarity when the whole road cracked I don’t need revenge, I need roots in the ground I need peace in the house when the noise gets loud Wife by my side, dogs sleepin’ safe That’s the kind of gold they don’t put in a safe Blood on the Mic, yeah, I built me a name Out of old hurt, hard roads, and flame They called me broken, I called it a seed Now the same damn dirt got flowers on me So don’t talk like you know where I’ve been You ain’t stood in my boots, you ain’t lived in my skin You know what they said, not the war in between You know the old rumors, not the man I became I was tryin’ to find a place I could just be Three dogs, my wife, and a blood-stained dream Sellin’ dreams all day while mine barely breathe Fake smiles, big checks, still can’t outrun reality Cheap cologne, dress pants, old mud on these jeans They talk about my life like they ever really knew me Blood on the Mic when the silence gets too deep Walkin’ with my ghosts since I was twenty-three 🎙️ BloodOnTheMic: We’re live across the major streaming platforms. Find us on Amazon Music, Spotify, YouTube Music, Facebook Music, and more. Listen. Follow. Join the conversation.