[Intro — Spoken] Redemption Road. First Ave blackout nights, cellblock echoes, rehab mornings, porchlight dawns — ten years sober. This is Mikey coming home. Keep the light. [Verse 1] First Ave, midnight, breath fog on the glass, Hood low, quick steps, the sidewalk knows my past. Bottles tick my metronome — counted down the falls, Rooftop insomnia, city sirens like call-and-response calls. Handcuffs cold as coins, fluorescent flicker, booking ink, Cellblock numbers clap, concrete hums, my chest went pink. Scar on my jaw from a barroom swing back in '09, Folded photo in my jacket — syrup teeth, three crooked grins aligning. That paper whispered, "Come home, stand again," I traced my name on the seam where my fingerprints had been. [Pre-Chorus ] No more wasted haze, no more First Ave calls, Two daughters, one son — that's the scoreboard on my walls. Mikey back to basics, buryin' that wasted past, Every small morning proves the vows I swore to last. [Chorus — Hook] Redemption Road — I keep the light (I keep the light) Ten years clean — we finally sleep at night. Redemption Road — I keep the light (keep it bright) Small feet at dawn, porch hum, everything's alright. [Verse 2] Rehab dawn: slatted sun, chipped mug, black-coffee steam, Circle at nine, breathe names, trade nightmares for a new dream. They call the roll like old wounds — I raise mine slow, Counselor says step-by-step, so I learn the map to go. Sleepless nights turned scripts I read to tiny eyes at two, Braided hair, a splinter fixed, kazoo chorus in the room. Court papers filed for custody, parole stamped in dry ink, No glove-box cash, no two A.M. schemes — just breakfast at the sink. Ten years clean — I count sunrises like steel rungs climbed, From blackout fights to bedtime lights, I reclaimed my time. I love my fiancée more than all the liquor under sun, She pulled me from the bottle, helped me rise, helped me run. [Pre-Chorus — Variation] Three pairs by the door, scraped knee, pancake on a plate, Her laugh folds like a map that leads me past my old front gate. No more parties on First Ave, no more sleeping till noon, We keep vows in morning light — we earned each rising tune. [Chorus — Hook — Variation] Redemption Road — I keep the light (I keep the light) Ten years clean — mornings glow, we own the night. Redemption Road — I keep the light (hold it tight) Porch hum, cheap mug, small hands warm in the light. [Pre-Rap Tag — Beat Drop] Beat drops — watch the ash fall. (uh) This is the part I earned. [Rap Bridge — 16 Bars] 1) Courthouse stamp, inked date — parole paper, heartbeat tight, 2) Dealer text at 2AM: "You in?" — I let it die that night. 3) Envelope in the visor, old numbers on a wrinkled list, 4) I ripped it to confetti, watched temptation turn to mist. 5) Ash curled like prayer smoke around a chipped coffee rim, 6) Nurse's watch ticking ward time — that steady hymn. 7) Porchlight hum, a child's whisper, scraped knee on the stoop, 8) I kneel, wipe tears, bandage small war