[Intro – distorted guitar riff, bass crawling] [spoken, low, bittersweet] Mama… I loved you, but I broke the plan. ⸻ [Verse 1 – rap style, fast, raw flow] I saw your hands bleed to keep us fed, You built me a crown I wore instead. You prayed for gold, I brought you rust, You gave me hope, I gave you dust. Every night you sang me straight, I took that song and bent my fate. Mama, your love was a holy fire, I played with matches, I burned the choir. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – spoken, calm but aching] [spoken softly, almost tender but firm] You wanted a saint, I became the sin. You wanted the light, I dragged it in. You wanted a son you could understand… But mama, I was born with a broken hand. ⸻ [Chorus – shouted, chantable, full of pain and love] SORRY, MAMA! I’m not what you planned! SORRY, MAMA! I can’t take your hand! SORRY, MAMA! I broke your command! SORRY, MAMA! I did what I can! [guitar riff surges, crowd chants “SORRY, MAMA!”] ⸻ [Verse 2 – rap, longer, bittersweet rage] You taught me love, I turned it loud, I screamed my heart into the crowd. You dreamed of law, I dreamed of strings, You saw a throne, I saw no kings. Mama, I loved you, but I ran wild, Still your boy, still your child. I never left, I just went astray, I play my guilt in the songs I play. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – spoken, tender, almost breaking] [spoken slow, trembling like a confession] You gave me your blood, I gave you my rage. You wrote me a life, I tore out the page. But every mistake, every crime I am… Was born from your love, and I know I ran. ⸻ [Chorus – shouted louder, but with love under the rage] SORRY, MAMA! I’m not what you planned! SORRY, MAMA! I can’t take your hand! SORRY, MAMA! I broke your command! SORRY, MAMA! I did what I can! [guitar solo – crying notes, full of distortion and pain] ⸻ [Bridge – rap breakdown, emotional, torn between anger and love] You wanted an angel, I gave you scars, You wanted a home, I slept in bars. You wanted forever, I lived today, You gave me words I threw away. But mama, don’t think your love was vain, It carved my soul, it sings my pain. [build, voice breaking into scream] This broken heart still beats for you… Even if I’m the wrong son you knew. ⸻ [Final Chorus – screamed with love, crowd chanting with him] SORRY, MAMA! I’m not what you planned! SORRY, MAMA! I won’t take your hand! SORRY, MAMA! I broke your command! SORRY, MAMA! I did what I can! [repeat with crowd echoing “SORRY, MAMA!” until it fades] ⸻ [Outro – guitar feedback fading into silence] [spoken, soft, almost whispered] …love you, mama. Always.
