Broken Trust Rising

(yeah) Fifteen in a cell,

yeah, the story begins.

Born to the struggle,

mum counting the pennies Dad was no role model,

always did her wrong Little brother acting up,

head filled with envy So I found a crew where the hustle

was strong First cuffs at fifteen,

boy in a cell They built up a case and they sent

me to hell

Nine years in the slammer,

locked up at seventeen Learning real quick that the world is a

cold machine.

No calls on the line,

no visits in the hall

Left me in the dark when my back was to the wall

(nobody there) Lost an eye to a lie,

had to bleed on the floor But I survived the storm and

I'm unlocking the door

Yeah, I survived the storm and I'm unlocking the door.

Pinned to the floor,

metal tore through my eye Mistaken identity under that prison sky Surgery

took it, but it sharpened my sight Saw my own brother turn

away from the light Day release trouble,

getting recalled again One too many times trying to trust these men

So I cut the cord,

no more playing their game Walking out the gates,

I'm forgetting the blame.

Starting from scratch, yeah.

Twenty-eight years,

and the slate is clean.

(no looking

back now)