Rock the Cycle
Born in eighty-one to ninety-six Watched my parents make it fit Every bill felt like a fight Every dinner held the light
Told that men must provide Told me strength means stay inside Carry it and never speak Smile hard, then set it deep
Learned my worth in every win Chased the prize, chased the grin Thought success would save the day Thought the weight would fade away
Rock the cycle I won’t break me Rock the cycle I’m learning how to say I need you I need help too Rock the cycle For my son, for my son
Fell for hustle, wore it proud Worked too loud inside the crowd Tried to prove it at my job Tried to never miss the mob
Expected to be the stone For everyone but on my own Carried more than I could show Numbed the ache to make it go
Then I saw my little boy Looking up with fearless joy Had to choose a better way Had to live what I would say
Rock the cycle I won’t break me Rock the cycle I’m learning how to say I need you I need help too Rock the cycle For my son, for my son
Now I sit with all the weight Let it breathe, let it shake Inner work my parents missed Quiet hope inside my fist
They don’t get why it still feels heavy Some days slow, some days messy But I’m here, I’m still in the fight Breaking chains by living right
Rock the cycle I won’t break me Rock the cycle I’m learning how to say I need you I need help too Rock the cycle For my son, for my son