​ No Rest for the Wicked

I was born in a thunderstorm, baptized in a meth cloud

Mama cried blood when the lights went out

Trailer shook with every damn argument

Roaches in the cupboard, hope in the garbage bin

Daddy got locked, uncle OD'd

Cousin caught a bullet at a Dairy Queen

Life ain't sweet, it's diesel and dirt

Where we pray to the pills just to lessen the hurt

I learned young that a promise don't mean shit

When a judge slam a gavel like a pistol whip

I done walked through hell in steel—toe sins

With a devil on my back yellin' "spin that bin!"

Ain't no peace for a soul that's cracked

I done died ten times, and still crawled back

Wounds stitched shut with barbed wire thread

Every tear I cried could fill a bunkbed

Got fam in the pen and ghosts in the attic

Heart so broke it became automatic

I don't need love, just loyalty true

'Cause even God ducked out when them charges flew

I been humble, I been vicious

I been chained to my own bad decisions

I been broke down, slept in a shed

Heard my son cry while I bled in my bed

I ain't never had peace, just moments of numb

Where the world got quiet and my demons ain't come

But they always return, in a whisper or a roar

Sometimes I shoot 'em, sometimes I pour

Jack to the lips, pain in the gut

A million regrets and a tank full of "fuck."

They say time heals, but time don't know me

It just watched me rot like a oak tree in bleach

I got dreams stitched in flannel and rust

And a prayer on my tongue coated in dust

Still hear my daughter in the wind when it moans

Like "Daddy don't quit, you're not alone."

But alone is a concept that never felt fake

When your whole damn circle's a funeral wake

My brother's in dirt, my cousin got cancer

My childhood friend died with no answer

I ain't ask for a crown, just a reason to fight

Just a sign from the stars on a sleepless night

I seen smiles that hid razors and lies

And hugs that were colder than a convict's eyes

I don't beg for forgiveness, I make things right

With scars on my knuckles and steel in my sight

I done lost my religion in a courtroom cough

But I still found purpose when they wrote me off

I ain't bulletproof, but I'm built like pain

Like a ghost with a shotgun and a hellbound brain

Told my son, "You gon' rise where I fell,"

And I meant that shit even if I burn in hell

You can bury my name, but not what I stood for

I was loyalty, grit, and a closed steel door

I was hope in a bottle, strength in the storm

Proof that the shattered still can transform

So I walk with the limp of a man who's endured

And spit rhymes like bullets—raw, unfiltered, pure

This ain't music—it's scripture for the outlaws who bled

It's the sound of the haunted who ain't truly dead

I ain't ask to be legend, I just outlived shame

With a pen like a pistol, and my son's last name

I got miles on my soul, but I never let go

Still screamin' "Lunatic Nation" till the grave gets closed

Country Lunatic ain't just ink and beat

It's a war cry carved into every damn street

And when I'm gone, let the speakers preach—

That even the broken can still teach