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