Better Life, Better Me

[Verse 1]
I been running from the ghosts that I made
Fast life, I was living off the blade
Quick flips in the night, wrong plays
Prayed, said I’d never see that cage
Whole block thought I’d die in that lane
Chasing every little thrill for the pain
I was smiling with a storm in my brain
Hurt mom, she could see I wasn’t sane
[Chorus]
I been running away from my past
Searching for a way that’ll last
I put the drugs down, got off my ass
Used to chase quick flips, quick cash
Used to love the rush of breaking the rules
Now I’m building up a life, something new
I ain’t who I was, that’s the truth
Better life, better me coming through (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Used to wake up with the ash in my lungs
Half gone, I was dead, I was numb
Every call could’ve been “he’s done”
Now I look back like “who was that one?”
Now it’s early rise, plans on the wall
Stack slow, if it falls, I’ll rebuild it all
Got a circle that won’t let me slip, they call
When my head goes dark, they catch that fall (yeah)
[Chorus]
I been running away from my past
Searching for a way that’ll last
I put the drugs down, got off my ass
Used to chase quick flips, quick cash
Used to love the rush of breaking the rules
Now I’m building up a life, something new
I ain’t who I was, that’s the truth
Better life, better me coming through (better me)

rap, Moody melodic trap with male vocals; pensive keys and distant pads over tight, knocking drums and deep sub. Verses ride a laid-back triplet flow, hook opens with sung-rap melody and stacked harmonies. Ad-libs echo in the gaps; arrangement builds subtly with rising synth textures in the final chorus.