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max millien - puretome lyrics

[intro]
keep it pure to me, on puretome
’cause it’s sure to be a good home
when it’s all said and done, what you leave?
where the wisdom of your legacy’s the air they breathe
keep it pure to me, on puretome
write it clean like your name in stone
when they tell your story, let it be
something real… something pure to me
( pure tome…)

[verse 1]
hospital room, winter light thin
monitor humming likе a clock closing in
old man staring at a crack in the paint
hands that built a house now tired and faint
cut to a drivеway, ‘95 sky
little boy watching how his father ties
a simple knot — “look a man in the eye.”
small advice that outlives time
back to the bed — “five minutes more.”
son by his side like he was before
no big speech, no cinematic line
just a squeeze of the hand one final time
flatline tone — steady and long
silence louder than any song
fade to black. name in chrome
dash in the middle — that’s what you own
[hook]
keep it pure to me, on puretome…
’cause it’s sure to be a good home…
when it’s all said and done, what you leave?
where the wisdom of your legacy’s the air they breathe
(pure tome… write it pure…)

[verse 2]
midnight lights and the sirens glow
fast life moving but the cracks don’t show
blueprint mind with a reckless pace
didn’t see the damage in your own face
courtroom wood and a heavy stare
mama in the back row whispering prayer
son too young to understand
why daddy ain’t coming home again
cell block gray, mirror of steel
first time forced to sit and feel
every shortcut dressed like sk!ll
every quiet person hurt by your will
pencil nub on a concrete throne
writing truth when you’re alone
not for fame, not for plea —
but for the kid who’ll question me

[bridge]
we don’t own tomorrow
we just borrow breath
it ain’t what you gather —
it’s what survives your death
it ain’t the throne you sit on
it’s who you lift instead
legacy’s the echo
of the words you said
(pure tome…)
[verse 3]
park bench view, years gone by
little boy running under open sky
he trips, looks back — moment slows
this is where the legacy goes
you kneel down, brush off pain
teach him how to stand again
not with pride that needs applause
but quiet strength without a cause
dinner table, stories told
not about money — about being bold
how you stayed when it was hard
how you chose heart over guard
that’s the air they breathe at home
that’s the weight behind your tone
when they say your name one day
let it carry more than clay

[hook]
keep it pure to me, on puretome
’cause it’s sure to be a good home
when it’s all said and done, what you leave?
make the wisdom of your legacy the air they breathe
keep it pure to me… on puretome
every life is a book of its own
( pure tome… pure tome…)

- max millien lyrics

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