can't sleep

Lyrics

Yeah…
Some nights the silence louder than sirens…
A man can outrun cops…
Can outrun enemies…
But outrunning himself?
That’s the longest road God ever laid down...
I can’t get no sleep, my demons keep on haunting me,
Voices in the dark swear they never gon’ let me breathe,
Shadows bouncing off these walls like prison memories,
Still I throw a Hail Mary toward the man I’m tryna be.
I done walked through hellfire, barefoot through the gasoline,
Every scar upon my soul became another lesson seen,
Against the odds, against myself, against what they believe—
Still I throw a Hail Mary… Lord, don’t give up on me.
I can’t get no sleep, these nightmares move in shifts,
Trauma got overtime, pain too hard to lift,
Mind like a jail cell, pacing in a box,
Every bad decision still scratching at the locks.
Shadows bouncing off these walls like county blues at night,
Metal doors slam shut and leave a man alone to fight,
Always been a mothafucka down to ride and grind,
Even if the road ahead had cuffs and doing time.
Hell or high water, that was always the agreement,
Any means necessary — survival was the treatment,
Young and full of rage, pride hanging like a noose,
Thinking being hard was the same thing as truth.
But pain don’t disappear when you bury it alive,
It just waits in the dark for the loneliest nights,
Now I’m staring in the mirror seeing both sides of me—
The man I was… and the man I still could be.
And every bridge I burned still glow red in my mind,
Every wrong turn echo back a thousand times,
But if a broken man can still get down on his knees—
Maybe Heaven still got room for thieves...
I can’t get no sleep, my demons keep on haunting me,
Voices in the dark swear they never gon’ let me breathe,
Shadows bouncing off these walls like prison memories,
Still I throw a Hail Mary toward the man I’m tryna be.
I done walked through hellfire, barefoot through the gasoline,
Every scar upon my soul became another lesson seen,
Against the odds, against myself, against what they believe—
Still I throw a Hail Mary… Lord, don’t give up on me.
Seen too many people turn cold from the hunger pains,
Too many good hearts get buried under chains,
Mama cried tears that I never knew existed,
While I acted bulletproof, stubborn and resistant.
Streetlights raised us where survival meant aggression,
Love came second to the need for protection,
We learned real young life don’t hand out grace,
Sometimes dinner looked thinner than the fear on your face.
I done carried guilt heavier than concrete blocks,
Tried to drown my thoughts while staring at the clock,
Everybody got advice but they ain’t lived this road,
Ain’t heard a grown man cry where the steel doors close.
But I ain’t writing this to glorify the scars,
I’m trying to leave a map for whoever lost in dark,
Cause the strongest thing a broken soul can ever do—
Is rebuild himself when nobody expects him to.
Dear God… if You listening,
I know I ain’t been innocent,
I wore anger like armor plating,
Turned love away while I was waiting.
But if grace still shine on ruined things,
And hope still grow through concrete seams,
Then maybe this pain ain’t my ending scene—
Maybe this is where a man gets clean.
I can’t get no sleep, my demons still be haunting me,
But they don’t own my soul and they don’t dictate all of me,
Shadows bouncing off these walls ain’t chains eternally,
I still throw a Hail Mary toward who I was born to be.
Through the fire, through the storms, through the nights I couldn’t breathe,
Through the guilt and all the weight that tried to bury me beneath,
Against the odds, against the world, against the old me—
I still throw a Hail Mary…
And finally believe.
A man ain’t measured by how hard he falls…
It’s whether he gets back up when the devil knows his name.
Some people inherit peace…
Others gotta bleed for it.
Either way…
Keep marching.