Roots and Chains
I was born in dirt and dust,carved from pain, baptized in rust.Roots like hands, they grip, they choke,pulling whispers through the smoke.
Bloodline cursed, a tethered fate,sins I never chose still wait.I run, I fight, but still they call,ghosts that drag me when I fall.
Chains so heavy, veins run cold,stories written, never told.Every link's a name, a scar,weights that keep me where they are.
Roots and chains—no love, just pain,history screaming in my veins.Cut them loose or let them stay?Either way, I rot or fray.