Blood In the Grain (Remastered)

They gave me hands full of their dust Told me to wear the chain and trust But every name they carved in stone Felt colder than the skin I own I don’t owe your weight or word I’m not the echo, I’m the nerve You built your house from someone else But I burn clean and build myself There’s blood in the grain, not just in the vein I carry the weight, but I won’t play the game I was born, not built, for this kind of flame You can’t bury me under a borrowed name Your stories crack like weathered paint Don’t dress me up in saint or shame You taught me how to bite my tongue But silence never raised a son I took your fire, but not your smoke I learned the line, then made it broke I dug a path that’s mine to claim And walked it till it bled my name There’s blood in the grain, not just in the vein I carry the weight, but I won’t play the game I was born, not built, for this kind of flame You can’t bury me under a borrowed name Cut the thread, let old words rot I built my name where yours forgot If blood is bond, then make it earn— Not just handed, not unearned There’s blood in the grain, not just in the vein I carry the weight, but I won’t play the game I was born, not built, for this kind of flame I’ll rise with a name that I had to reclaim