Yeah…
blood ain’t violence, babe.
Blood is memory.
Blood is the map under your skin
that whispers who you were
before anybody told you who to be.

Listen…

Blood and love—
they taught me pain and purpose in a single breath.
Blood and scars—
every one a letter I wrote to my own death.
Blood before the name—
back when I was just a heartbeat tryin’ to claim its place.
Blood and sanity—
a thin red thread that kept my mind from fallin’ off the face.

I tried to bandage what was ancient,
tried to mend what wasn’t mine.
But blood don’t lie about the lineage—
it tells the truth in every line.

Blood remembers—
even when I don’t.
Blood forgives—
even when the past won’t.
Blood is the story
no mirror can hide…
Blood is the river
that kept me alive.

Blood and trust—
I spilled too much to prove I’d stay.
Blood and war—
I learned the hard way there’s a price to pay.
Blood and vows—
they cling like smoke to every broken truth.
Blood and silence—
it held the things I never said to you.

Blood and fire—
that’s the one that stayed.
Burnin’ under ribs like a lesson I obeyed.
Blood and endings—
they always circle back,
’cause what you carry in your veins
ain’t what you leave intact.

Blood remembers—
even when I break.
Blood is the pulse
that the world can’t take.
Blood is the truth
I was born to reclaim…
Blood is the fire
that taught me my name.

You can inherit wounds
and still choose healing.
You can inherit silence
and still grow meaning.
You can inherit fear
and still move fearless.

Blood ain’t a burden.
It’s a becoming.

Blood remembers—
every fall, every rise.
Blood is the mirror
that doesn’t tell lies.
Blood is the story
I finally let in…
Blood is the rhythm
beneath my skin.

Blood and truth—
the one thing I won’t fake.
Blood and becoming—
the life I choose to make.