Prompt / Lyrics
Behind the darkest clouds, a silver thread appears, unfurling slowly, tentatively, like a forgotten promise. The world shrinks, colors fade to gray, and shadows dance a macabre waltz. But even here, in the heart of the tempest, a tiny seed persists. A memory of sunlight, a whisper of laughter, the echo of a loved one's voice. These fragile things, held close, guarded fiercely, become anchors in the storm. The wind howls, a relentless, deafening roar, trying to tear everything away. But the human spirit, a resilient vine, clings to life with unwavering tenacity. It bends, it sways, threatened to break, but never truly succumbs. For within its core, a fire still burns, fueled by hope, by resilience, by love. It is not a naive optimism, blind to the darkness, but a clear-eyed understanding that even in the deepest night, stars still exist. They may be hidden, obscured by the density of clouds, but they are always there, burning with unwavering light. A reminder that darkness is not the end, but a canvas for the soul to paint upon. A space to grieve, to heal, to learn, to emerge stronger, wiser, more compassionate than before. For it is in the face of adversity, that we truly discover our strength. Disapproved The courage to rise, to rebuild, to create, even when the world feels broken. To find beauty in the brokenness, to transform pain into purpose, to let our scars become stories. Disaproved Behind the darkest clouds, a world of possibilities awaits, ripe with potential, ready to be embraced. It is a journey inward, a descent into the depths of the soul, to emerge transformed, renewed, reborn. Rehabilitate for better strength and structure Disapproved So let the rain fall, let the thunder rumble, let the lightning illuminate the sky. For even oddly in the midst of chaos, the human spirit endures and continues to decay for your dollars Approved light in the darkest night. Outtatune the riddler
Tags
rap, trap, jazz, funk
Duration
3:23
Instrumental
No
Created
1/28/2026