story about a misunderstood killer on a new beat I'm makin.

recorded on a whim, wasn't originally writ to this beat but it works well.

lemme know what you think of it, and also about the vocal mix.

I suppose I'll forever roam.
Ronin, tryna find something I've never known.
Can you show me?
Hopefully my blade can remain clean
but the stains seem to leave slowly,
most people don't know pain from a cold November rain,
wouldn't know regret from a blood-red sunset,
Sword wanna blood-let some more, it ain't done yet.

But I'm tryna get past that. Where my mask at?
When I pass in a cloak with my hat low.
Doomed to leave behind a plume of black smoke.
Back then I was a human attack dog,
killing machine that left the masters slackjawed,
Trained with a black heart, sharpening my fangs,
but the fact remains that i was chained in the backyard,
racking my brain, a way to break the shackles,
Left in the rain, they were afraid of my cackles,
Afraid I would snap and filet them bastards.

That's what happened, hacked and slashed em.
Blind rage found my way outta that town,
Night passed, found the right path, never back down.
So where'm I at now?
Still on my own followed by a black cloud.
Wanna repair my soul so I took that vow.
When I look back now, I'm surprised at how shit changed.

In this day, this age, it's strange,
All the anger and hatred we display.
No speaking, just the words that our fists say,
thirst only quenched by the red mist spray,
But I guess we gotta learn from our mistakes,
Try to gather up all the courage that it takes,
try to stand firm on the earth when it quakes,
Every foe defeated sure to raise the stakes.