[Intro — Spoken] Redemption Road. First Ave blackout nights to cellblock fights, rehab mornings to porchlight dawns — ten years sober. This is how Mikey came home. Keep the light. [Verse 1] First Ave at midnight, breath foggin' up the glass, hood low, sidewalk whisperin' on my past, Bottles met my metronome — ticked me into hell, rooftop insomnia, I learned to count the knell. Handcuffs like cold coins, fluorescent stutter, booking ink, mugshot grin — a shutter. Cellblock count clangs, they call “one-two-three,” steel door snaps, echoes tattoo the memory. Scar on my jaw from a barroom swing in '09, the line still twitchin' where I learned to lose time. Folded photo in my jacket — syrup on chins, three crooked grins, mornings I used to miss. That paper hummed: "Come home, stand again," I traced my name where my prints had been. [Pre-Chorus ] No more wasted haze, no more First Ave calls (no more), Two daughters, one son — the scoreboard of what lasts. Mikey back to basics, buryin' the wasted past (keep the light). [Chorus — Hook] Redemption Road — I keep the light. (I keep the light) Ten years clean — we sleep at night. (sleep at night) Redemption Road — I keep the light. (keep it light) Ten years clean — we sleep at night. (we sleep at night) [Verse 2] Rehab dawn — slatted sun, chipped mug, black coffee steam, circle at nine, we pass the prayer-bead dream. They call the roll, names like bruises, I raised mine slow; counselor said "day by day," I learned to let go. Nights of counting breaths, sleepless hands on a bible, I learned new rhythms, learned to map the vinyl. I braid my girl's hair slow, knot a promise in the strand, fix a splinter with a fingertip, read bedtime from my hand. Court papers for custody, parole stamp like dry math, I studied the geometry of tiny footsteps and path. No more glove-box cash, no more two AM schemes — traded corner lullabies for kazoo-sunrise dreams. Ten years clean — each sunrise a rung I climb, from blackout fights to bedtime lights — I found my time. I love my fiancée more than all the liquor under the sun — she pulled me from the bottle, helped me stand and run. [Pre-Chorus — Variation] Three pairs by the door, small flashlight on the floor, (yeah) Her laugh maps the route that leads me past that old front door. No more parties on First Ave, no more sleeping 'til noon, We keep our vows in morning light — we've earned each rising tune. [Chorus — Hook] Redemption Road — I keep the light. (I keep the light) Ten years clean — we sleep at night. (ten years) Redemption Road — I keep the light. (keep it light) Ten years clean — we sleep at night. (we sleep at night) [Pre-Rap Tag — Beat Drop] Beat drop — watch the ash fall. (uh) This is the part I earned. [Rap Bridge — 16 Bars] 1) Courthouse stamp, inked date — parole paper, heartbeat rate. (yeah) 2) Dealer text at two AM: "You in?" — I let it wait. 3) Envelope in the visor, old numbers on a list — I ripped it, watched it fade. 4) Ash curled like prayer smoke,