[Intro ] Yeah — this one’s for the road from blackout nights to morning light, Mikey’s promise, a father’s fight, Turned his life around, traded blackout nights. [Verse 1] Silent on the corners where I learned to move my name, Dealer deals, cheap thrills, every loss was just the same. Bottles took my bedtime, took my temper, took my pay, I missed three birthdays, three little shirts left in the fray. Court summons in my pocket, sleeping in the back of cars, A rehab bracelet on my wrist, counting days like counting scars. I woke up to pancake steam and cartoons on the floor, Three small heads by the doorway, and I couldn't walk out the door. [Pre-Chorus ] Three stick-figure hearts on the fridge — they map my reason why, Tiny hands, a crooked drawing that keeps me dignified. No more lies, no blackout skies, I trade old crimes for lullabies, Courtroom bench to bedtime bench — I signed my name, then tucked them in. [Chorus ] Redemption rhythm — heart on repeat, From street to seat, I won't retreat. Redemption rhythm — beat, beat, beat, Three small heads, three breaths to keep. (Redemption rhythm — heart on repeat) [Verse 2] Tattooed footprints on my past, I wear them like a lesson plan, Plate of pancakes, bleach-streaked dawn, I’m learning how to be the man. Lost a job, lost a night, I found my wristband’s steady glow, Court date cross-checked with a lawyer who said, "You gotta show." I stood in front of the judge — palms sweat, kids’ pictures in my phone, Signed for custody, signed for duty, traded streets for this home. No more quick cash, no more fast calls at two AM in the haze, I keep three pairs of shoes lined up, small footsteps mark my days. [Pre-Chorus ] Three shirts folded on the bed, syrup on the table edge, A promise tucked inside my coat, a sober name, a steady pledge. No more lies, no blackout skies, I trade my hours for lullabies, From cell-block chains to bedtime lanes — I close my eyes and try. [Chorus ] Redemption rhythm — heart on repeat, From street to seat, I won't retreat. Redemption rhythm — beat, beat, beat, Three small heads, three breaths to keep. (Redemption rhythm — heart on repeat) [Rap Breakdown — 16 bars] Phone ring, hospital wing, panic pressed into my chest — White coats, cold notes, my small son hooked to a crest. Lost my paycheck, boss said "gone," paper trail turned thin, Dealer calls, same old voice, said "come back, make it spin." But I pictured syrup on their chins, a cartoon on rewind, Court date circled, paper bracelet, freedom redefined. Six a.m. on the couch, one kid coughs, the other two sleep, I counted breaths like blessings — I swore that vow to keep. Took the number, tore it up, burned the list in ash and light, Rehab bed, three names in my head, a small hand pressed tight. Judge banged gavel — new path, parole paper with my name, No more fast lanes, no more stain, I trade the shame for claim. I learned to wash dishes slow, fold shirts, braid a little hair, From misdemeanor nights to bedtime rites —I