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Nothing Bought With Shame - Breaking Rust
Night shift at the packing line
Blood and steel and punching time
Smell won't wash from skin and jeans
Trader walls and busted screens
Since he left, it's just us two
Torn up couch and leaking roof
Seven years old, holding tight
Tore a car in the pale porch light
Old friend said there's easy pay
Just drive it out and drive away
But I won't buy a better life
With blue lights in my rearview sight
Easy cash ain't worth the cost
If my boy's the one who's lost
We ain't rich, but we ain't stained
Nothing here is bought with shame
I can look him in the eye
Head held high
Sleep at night
He said debts would disappear
New house, bigger rooms this year
No one doubts a tired man
Rusted truck and work-worn hands
Came back home for a break of day
Watched my little boy that way
Curled up small, breathing slow
Didn't know what I might owe
Saw red and blue in my mind
He asking why I left behind
I won't buy a better life
With sirens cutting through the night
Fast money smells like fear
Leaves the father disappeared
So I told Noah and walked
Let him laugh and let him talk
We ain't rich, but we remain
Nothing here
Is bought with shame
Sunday morning, he holds my arm
Church bell ringing, safe and warm
I don't need a mansion tall
Just his hand inside my palm
When I bow my head to pray
I ain't hiding from my day
Luxury can fade away
But a clean name's here to stay
I gave him what I could contain
A dad who
Stayed clean from shame
Trailer creaks, but hearts are same
Nothing here
Is bought with shame
