Ain't The Quittin' Kind ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Mobius∆Tripz/ AscenzIon

He swore on a porch light in July heat
Said forever don’t scare me, it’s just you and me
Had dirt on his boots and a ring in his hand
Said I ain’t the quittin’ kind of man

But the wind changed direction, the fields went dry
Promises faded like an old red sky
It wasn’t the leaving that hurt like hell
It was watching him lie to himself

The betrayal ain’t the leaving
It ain’t the tears on the shelf
It ain’t the door slam closing
Or loving somebody else
It’s when you trade your word for comfort
When the truth gets sold for wealth
The betrayal ain’t me or you
It’s the betrayal of the self

Mama and Daddy made it look easy
Sixty-three years and they still held hands freely
They didn’t run when the rain came down
They stood in the storm and they stood their ground

Now everybody’s chasing something new
Swiping through hearts like they’re passing through
But what’s it worth if you can’t be true
To the one man staring back at you

The betrayal ain’t the fighting
It ain’t asking for help
It ain’t saying I’m broken
Or needing some time to heal yourself
It’s when you walk away from your own reflection
Just to save yourself
The betrayal ain’t loving wrong
It’s the betrayal of the self

I ain’t perfect, I’ve bent before
I’ve stared at an open door
But I’d rather sleep on a lonely bed
Than wake up knowing my word is dead

Yeah the betrayal ain’t the heartbreak
It ain’t being left on the shelf
It ain’t the miles between us
Or loving somebody else
It’s when you trade your soul for easy
When you let your courage melt
The worst damn thing a man can do
Is betray his own damn self

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~ AscenzIon ~ 

AscenzIon is a multi-genre band whose country sound delivers warm front-porch grit with steel guitar, fiddle, organ swells, steady backbeat, rich harmonies, and dry baritone vocals, blending outlaw honesty, gospel undertones, and modern Americana restraint.

In its country form, the band balances smokehouse warmth with stripped-down realism—rolling acoustic rhythm, subtle electric edge, and communal harmony hooks. Storytelling comes first, letting dry humor sit naturally inside serious themes shaped by fire, faith, work, and weather.

“Country Seasoning” is a front-porch anthem built on smoke, fellowship, and slow-cooked truth. Cookout imagery carries a deeper message: character, like barbecue, is formed by time and heat. It celebrates church gatherings, family tables, and strong hearts shaped the long way—earn it, don’t fake it.