Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Grew up in the border dust Every deal tasted like rust Saw friends vanish in flashing blue Learned quick what these hands could do Brown bag Backroom Broken glass Metal on my tongue Heart made of brass Every wrong turn I walked it twice Paid for my pride at a crooked price [Chorus] These hands did dirt These hands made plans Bloody knuckles Holy work I still trust my hands Hard life Hard lessons Still I choose where I stand Faith in my scars Faith in my breath I still trust my hands (yeah) [Verse 2] Arguments over nothing at all One word Then a broken jaw Money gone Someone pulled a blade Bodies lost in the mess we made But I kept one quiet rule Won’t die a coward Won’t live a fool World tried to drag me through its hell I built my spine inside that cell [Chorus] These hands did dirt These hands made plans Bloody knuckles Holy work I still trust my hands Hard life Hard lessons Still I choose where I stand Faith in my scars Faith in my breath I still trust my hands [Bridge] I ain’t clean I ain’t pure But my word stays sharp And my grip stays sure If I fall I rise again My sins My story Written in my hands (hey!) [Chorus] These hands did dirt These hands made plans Bloody knuckles Holy work I still trust my hands Hard life Hard lessons Still I choose where I stand Faith in my scars Faith in my breath I still trust my hands My hands My hands
Tags
dance, Hard EDM techno with distorted organ stabs, relentless 4am warehouse energy. Male vocals half-spoken, half-shouted, riding a compressed kick and gritty bass. Verses stay tense and minimal; chorus explodes with layered organ chords, riser sweeps, and crowd-chant backing. Short, loopable structure for DJs, with a brutal mid-song breakdown and slam-back drop., techno, edm
Duration
3:04
Instrumental
No
Created
1/20/2026