Dads Don’t Fold

Track 29 • Project STONE

Lyrics

They took my daughter, sealed the case,  
But I never stopped showing face.  
Courtroom lies, twenty to one,  
Still I stood, still I run.  

Black robes smirked, scripts rehearsed,  
But I bled truth in every verse.  
No lawyer. No deal. No peace sold.  
They froze my checks — but I stayed bold.  

Tried to erase me with pens and shame,  
But fire don’t flinch when it knows its name.  
So if you’re a dad with your back to the wall,  
Just know — we don’t fold. We brawl.  

We pray, we build, we break the mold.  
System’s cold. But Dads Don’t Fold.  
      

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For every father erased but never broken. You are seen. You are sacred.