ONE MAN STANDIN 💯 COUNTRY LUNATIC & QUEEN LUNATIC- TRUE PAIN TRUE TESTIMONIES TRUE 💔 #countryrap

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COUNTRY LUNATIC & QUEEN LUNATIC
F.O.W.B INDEPENDENT RECORDS
LUNATIC NATION

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I don’t want pity. I don’t need prayers.
I just need people to shut the fuck up and listen...
‘Cause I ain’t tellin' no fairy tale —
I’m tellin' the kind of pain that makes your teeth grind when you try to sleep.
Try buryin’ your own child…
Try bein’ faithful to a woman that was fuckin' someone else while you was buyin' dinner for her kids.
Try stayin’ clean when the world around you dirty as death.

I kicked the needle like I kicked in doors,
Traded that high for a 5AM chore.
Washed up in blood, but I scrubbed like a saint,
Now I bleed through this pen just to show y’all my pain.
I was a stepdad to four — they ain't mine by blood,
But I fed ‘em, clothed ‘em, gave ‘em my love.
Cut my own plate in half so they could eat,
While she laid with another man under my sheets.
Ain’t no movie ending, just empty bottles,
I gave ‘em my heart — she gave it to rivals.

*How you keep breathin' when you’re broken inside?*
*How you still standin’ with no place to hide?*

I ain’t no angel, but I walked through hell,
Stayed clean through the cravings, the loss, the betrayal.
I was Daddy of the Year while she lied with a smile,
Wipin' her lips, textin’ me back like nothin’s wild.
My daughter’s in a grave, my brother’s gone ghost,
The love of my life? Just another lost hoax.
But I got a son who still looks up at me,
So I fight every day not to OD or bleed.

I know what it’s like to scream in a pillow,
Tears on your face, but your pride won’t let it show.
I been so numb I could feel my skin peel,
But I still showed up ‘cause my pain gotta heal.
I kissed goodbye to that baby in the casket,
Wrote her name in ink, now it’s part of my blackness.
Don’t talk to me 'bout hurt unless you *been* there,
Held a dead child’s hand, breathin’ fuckin' thin air.
You ever stand in a room with your world erased?
Tryna be strong while your knees fuckin’ shake?

And you still stayed clean.
Didn’t shoot nothin'. Didn’t pop nothin’.
Just swallowed that scream… and kept movin’.
That’s what the fuck strength is.

I ain’t no angel, but I walked through hell,
Stayed clean through the cravings, the loss, the betrayal.
I was Daddy of the Year while she lied with a smile,
Wipin' her lips, textin’ me back like nothin’s wild.
My daughter’s in a grave, my brother’s gone ghost,
The love of my life? Just another lost hoax.
But I got a son who still looks up at me,
So I fight every day not to OD or bleed.

I put the bottle down, buried my rage,
Taught myself love don’t live in a cage.
I ain’t perfect — I cuss, I snap, I fold,
But I stand on truth, even when it’s cold.
I done kissed death, it tasted like metal,
But I walked away when I could’ve danced with the devil.
‘Cause I got a legacy, and his name’s my boy,
He don’t need a junkie, he needs a father with poise.
So I put my grief in a shotgun shell,
Click-clack, motherfucker, I’m raisin' hell.

*How you keep breathin' when you’re broken inside?*
*How you still standin’ with no place to hide?*

You can lie on me. You can cheat on me.
You can leave me broken, and talk all your shit.
But I *ain’t* pickin' up that needle.
I ain’t drownin’ in that bottle.
‘Cause my *son’s still breathin’...*
And I’m still here.

I ain’t no angel, but I walked through hell,
Stayed clean through the cravings, the loss, the betrayal.
I was Daddy of the Year while she lied with a smile,
Wipin' her lips, textin’ me back like nothin’s wild.
My daughter’s in a grave, my brother’s gone ghost,
The love of my life? Just another lost hoax.
But I got a son who still looks up at me,
So I fight every day not to OD or bleed.

one. man. standin’.

You can lie on me. You can cheat on me.
You can leave me broken, and talk all your shit.
But I *ain’t* pickin' up that needle.
I ain’t drownin’ in that bottle.
‘Cause my *son’s still breathin’...*
And I’m still here.

I ain’t no angel, but I walked through hell,
Stayed clean through the cravings, the loss, the betrayal.
I was Daddy of the Year while she lied with a smile,
Wipin' her lips, textin’ me back like nothin’s wild.
My daughter’s in a grave, my brother’s gone ghost,
The love of my life? Just another lost hoax.
But I got a son who still looks up at me,
So I fight every day not to OD or bleed.

one. man. standin’.