[Intro]
[Verse 1]
They call me kin, but b***d runs thin,
A porch light dims where love wore thin.
I stood my ground, held her hand tight,
Now we’re beggars in the cold moonlight.
Empty plates, a dog’s faint whine,
Sold my boots just to buy us time.
They took our beds, our photos too,
Laughed and said, “What’s a son to do?”
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the ghost in their Sunday pews,
A sermon preached on my heart’s a***e.
They curse my name, then fold their hands,
Judging me for the lines in the sand.
I’m wrong if I stay, wrong if I flee,
A broken son in a twisted family tree.
[Verse 2]
Mama’s eyes turned to ice that night,
When I shielded my wife from prying sight.
“How dare you lock *my* house door?”
She screamed like hell at the God she swore.
Now they feast on the scraps we owned,
While we scrape dirt where seeds were sown.
Their laughter rings like a church bell’s toll,
But pride’s a fire in my homeless soul.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the ghost in their Sunday pews,
A sermon preached on my heart’s a***e.
They curse my name, then fold their hands,
Judging me for the lines in the sand.
I’m wrong if I stay, wrong if I flee,
A broken son in a twisted family tree.
[Bridge]
What kind of love steals a child’s voice?
Twists the truth ‘til it’s just noise?
They’ll call the law, they’ll spin the lie,
But I’ll walk free beneath the sky.
A man’s worth ain’t in their spite—
I’ll rise from ashes, claw through the night.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the ghost in their Sunday pews,
A sermon preached on my heart’s a***e.
They curse my name, then fold their hands,
Judging me for the lines in the sand.
I’m wrong if I stay, wrong if I flee,
A broken son in a twisted family tree.
[Outro]
