[Verse 1] Massachusetts nights, Shrewsbury Street neon haze, Palladium posters, cheap whiskey burning days. Plastic cups, metal sting — Boone's on my tongue, Different girl nightly, loud laughs, songs unsung. House parties on Vernon, fights spill into the cold, Thirty packs, white lines, pockets heavy with gold. I was slanging for the sprint, doing licks for the thrill, Sirens on Main, Worcester house — clack of a cell, iron chill. [Pre-Chorus ] Fluorescent buzz, I felt my future go dim, I tasted hospital fear, a life on a whim. Heartbeat in the corridor, I heard the beeps slow — Something whispered soft, "You gotta let it go." [Chorus ] I walked Redemption Road. From Worcester bed to cradle's glow. I walked Redemption Road. I walked Redemption Road — I came back home. [Verse 2] Concrete slept under prison light, fluorescent and mean, Counted footsteps echo like ghosts in the cellblock's sheen. The bottle waited after release — brown glass, bitter steam, It lured me to the edge where hospital monitors scream. On a deathbed, beeps and the smell of antiseptic air, My hands shook, throat dry, cheap liquor still there. I saw my kids' faces flash in every dying thought, A flash of a cradle, a laugh, a life I almost lost. [Quiet Pre-Chorus ] I heard a small voice in my memory's hold, A lullaby broken, a promise I sold. I inhaled, held on — chose breath over the blade, Said goodbye to the bottle, let the old man fade. [Chorus ] I walked Redemption Road. From Worcester bed to cradle's glow. I walked Redemption Road. I walked Redemption Road — I came back home. [Verse 3 — Fatherhood Scenes] Midnight feeding, warm milk, a newborn's heavy sigh, Tiny fingers curl around my thumb, a comet in my eye. Sleepless nights humming lullabies off-key but true, Stains of formula, the smell of baby soap, dawn's blue. Court-ordered visits once, now Saturdays in the yard, From visiting rooms to backyard BBQs, life scars turned stars. I teach my boy to tie his shoes, my daughter names the stars, I hold a newborn close, wipe spit-up, patch up battle-scarred hearts. I trade the taste of whiskey for coffee and cereal bowls, Weekend bike rides, scraped knees, sticky hands and gentle goals. From courthouse clock to birthday cakes, the calendar remade — Redemption isn't romantic, it's diaper bags and trade. [Bridge ] Sometimes I walk past Shrewsbury and feel the old bass hum, But the air is different now — baby lotion beats the rum. I pay my debts with time, not with fear or borrowed code, I speak my children's names loud, pray for the roads they go. [Chorus — Final] I walked Redemption Road. From Worcester bed to cradle's glow. I walked Redemption Road. I walked Redemption Road — I came back home. [Outro ] Massachusetts lights still flicker where I used to roam, But now they guide me back to a house that's finally home. Mikey's road ain't perfect, but it taught me how to hold — From the clack of the cell to a cradle's quiet gold. I walked Redemption Road — this story's whatI