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Lyrics
“Ink Don’t Lie (Samson’s Song)”
(Verse 1)
I try and I try, still I lose every way
Like I showed up late to my own damn grave
Too little, too late, or too much too gone
Not enough dirt on my hands to prove I held on
Calloused soul, but my palms stay clean
Like the world don’t count what it ain’t seen
All this work and this hurt I hide inside
Looks like nothin’ when you see me from the outside
(Pre-Chorus)
They don’t see the nights I fought just to breathe
They don’t hear the ghosts still talkin’ to me
(Chorus)
They say “what you got to show for your life?”
I say scars that don’t shine in the light
No gold, no throne, no legacy line
Just a name in the dirt and a story denied
If I’m gone, who’s gonna say I was here?
Who’s gonna carry me, who’s gonna care?
If ink don’t lie, then read between lines—
This broken man still tried
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(Verse 2)
Too little, too late, yeah I heard that before
Like a lock on a heart with a rusted door
Love came close but it slipped right through
Like I never knew how to hold onto truth
Family cracks, kids grow hard
Try to be a dad but I play that part scarred
Wars in my head, jail in my past
Every time I rise I’m pulled back fast
(Pre-Chorus)
All they’ll say is “he messed it up”
Not the times I gave when I had none left to give up
(Chorus)
They say “what you got to show for your life?”
I say nights I survived with a dull ass knife
No songs on the radio, no perfect goodbye
Just a man who kept breathin’ instead of dying
If I’m gone, will they laugh or cry?
Say I was lost or just pass me by?
If ink don’t lie, then read these lines—
This broken man still tried
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(Bridge – stripped down, almost spoken)
No friends to carry, no hands on the rope
No roses fallin’, no whispered hope
Just dirt on a box and a quiet goodbye
Like I never lived, like I never tried
…But I did
Yeah I did
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(Final Chorus – rising, raw)
They say “what you got to show for your life?”
I say I stood up in the worst of nights
I bled, I broke, I lost my way
But I woke up and fought one more day
If there’s no one left to remember my name
I’ll carve it myself in the edge of pain
If ink don’t lie, then let this be—
Samson was here…
Samson was me