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Bulletproof Regrets
- **Bulletproof Regrets**
- verse 1
- mama, the street taught me wrong and right with a gun in its hand
- nights whisper names like prayers, and the pavement don’t understand
- we moved like shadows, heartbeat sync to the block’s cold hum
- one wrong look, one colder breath —now somebody won’t come home
- pre‑chorus
- I thought I was protecting honor, felt the steel make me a man
- but the echo of that shot slides through my chest like sand
- chorus
- i dropped an opp dead, mama, and the night swallowed my name
- there’s a hole in the world now and i’m the one who fed the flame
- i wear my choices like a chain that rattles when i sleep
- i count the cost in quiet —and the price is running deep
- verse 2
- sirens are lullabies I used to swear I’d never hear
- now they sing the same old song, and they sound too near
- faces at the funeral —some angry, some afraid to cry
- i always thought bullets solved things; bullets only testify
- pre‑chorus
- the courthouse lights are cold and long like winter on my skin
- they point their fingers at the man, but they don’t know where sin begins
- chorus
- i dropped an opp dead, mama, with a heart that missed the beat
- i traded tomorrow for a moment and the ledger don’t forgive me cheap
- i sleep with nightmares folding like a letter I can’t send
- every morning I wake up learning how to live with what’s been
- bridge
- remember when you’d hug me close and say don’t let the streets make you small
- you told me love’s the only weapon that can heal us all
- i listened to the corner then, to loyalty that never swayed
- but loyalty’s a mirror —sometimes it’s just a blade
- breakdown (spoken, soft)
- mama, if I could pull the bullet back like thread, I’d stitch him to the air
- i’d tell my younger self to walk away, to choose the cross instead of snare
- but history’s a heavy coat and regret’s somebody else’s name
- i promise i’ll try to change —even if my hands still blame
- final chorus (stripped)
- i dropped an opp dead, mama, and the dawn don’t feel the same
- i keep your picture in my pocket like an answer with no claim
- i’ll carry this until the day my heart learns how to mend
- and pray the world can grow from what we never meant to end
- outro (to Mama)
- forgive me if my silence sounds like cowardice and crime
- i’m trapped inside a sentence that keeps breaking time
- teach me how to kneel, teach me how to let go instead
- mama, i’m tired of headlines —i’m tired of blood and bread
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