Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I left the vault Dust in my lungs Blood on my boots Can’t name what I’ve done Killing got easy Click, flash, then gone Wasteland raised me Taught me to move on Hear ‘em all screaming Inside of my head Part of me praying Part of me painted in red They said “be righteous” They said “be kind” But famine and fire Burn scripture from mind [Chorus] These my confessions from the vault, from the vault Angels in my ear, demons say it’s not my fault Has it really changed me or revealed what I am One hand on a prayer, other hand on the plan I got a piece of me still tryna walk what I was taught Another piece of me just tryna live and not get caught If mercy is a luxury, I’m broke on arrival So I barter with my soul when I’m choosing survival (survival) [Verse 2] Step through the ruins Smoke in my throat Counting my bodies Like tally marks wrote Face in the mirror Stranger I see Eyes like a graveyard Looking back at me Mama said “baby Keep love in your chest” But love never fed us When hunger pressed So I move silent Cold in my veins Tell myself “last time” While I line up the aim [Chorus] These my confessions from the vault, from the vault Angels in my ear, demons say it’s not my fault Has it really changed me or revealed what I am One hand on a prayer, other hand on the plan I got a piece of me still tryna walk what I was taught Another piece of me just tryna live and not get caught If mercy is a luxury, I’m broke on arrival So I barter with my soul when I’m choosing survival (survival)
Tags
rap, Menacing dark trap beat, half-time groove with 808s snarling under detuned bells. Male vocals, close and slightly overdriven. Verses stay tense and confessional, short pauses between bars; hook widens with layered low harmonies and a simple, haunting chant. Occasional riser sweeps and reversed hits to underline key lines, then drop everything but kick and bass for the final hook.
Duration
2:20
Instrumental
No
Created
2/5/2026