Break in the Generations

Why can't you wait for me, especially when we have so much going all the possibilities you threw to the ground that s*** it shows me that the way I was looking at you the tint has been a little Rosy or was the tint the color of whiskey, because my families demons run through me

Now I'm standing in the wreckage of what we could've been

Picking up the pieces while you're moving on again

Maybe I inherited more than just their eyes

These patterns keep repeating, wrapped in the same old lies

But I'm breaking every chain that held them down

Barely touch the bottle, won't let it turn me around

No dice rolling in my hands, no bets upon my soul

I'm rewriting this story, taking back control

See my father's ghosts, they whisper in my ear

"You'll end up just like us, drowning in your fear"

But I got a little boy who's counting on me

To be the man they never learned to be

I'm putting in the work, day after day

Therapy sessions, learning how to pray

Not to some distant god, but to the man I'm becoming

While the voices of the past keep on humming

One day someone's gonna see the fight I've fought

All the battles with myself that can't be bought

Someone who'll care about the scars I bear

Who'll understand the weight of what I carry there

Not just wanting me for what I can provide

But loving me for how I've changed inside

How I chose to heal instead of just survive

How I'm keeping my son's hope alive

'Cause the curse stops here, it ends with me

I'm the one who chose to finally be free

And when that someone comes who truly sees

They'll find a man who fought his family trees

Built himself a home where love can grow

Where whiskey bottles don't steal the show

Where children don't have to wonder if they're worth the stay

'Cause daddy chose to fight demons every single day

Yeah, the tint was whiskey-colored for too long

But I'm seeing clearly now, and I'm staying strong

For my son, for myself, for the love that's yet to come

The generational curse? Man, I'm the one who won.