My mom let a demon in, cracks in the door,
New husband, old scars, we can’t ignore.
Crack pipe dreams, steal the food stamps,
Welfare checks gone, he left in a trance.

Brothers crying, shadows on the wall,
I’m out there hustling, catch me if I fall.
Delivering drugs at dawn, missin’ the first period bell,
Football dreams crushed, a scholarship fell.

Real dad’s absent, love’s just a lie,
Knows our pain, leaves us high and dry.
Mama’s blind, love turned into chains,
Stepdad’s sneaky fists, filling mom and my little brothers with pain.

At seventeen, I grab the piece,
Walk to their room, time for release.
Mama’s tears, pleading with her eyes, “Son, please don’t,” were her desperate cries.

Pack my bags, leave it all behind,
Seekin’ faith, some peace to find.
Ain’t a perfect dude, but I need hope,
Ya Allaah guide me, please help me cope.

Gone from home, streets become my guide,
Prayin’ hard, won’t let this slide.
Life’s a struggle, pain so real,
Still I stand, refuse to kneel.

For my brothers, for my soul,
Climbin’ out this endless hole.
Step by step, findin’ my way,
One last prayer, every single day.

Brandon’s pushed to the edge, can’t see the light,
Praying to Allaah , in the dead of night.
Broken dreams, hope left behind,
In a world so cold, getting drunk to ease my mind.

Mama, I forgive, but I won’t forget,
Path’s been hard, but I ain’t done yet.
From the shadows, I rise and see,
Strength within, Alhamdullilah I’m finally free.