Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Up at dawn Coffee cold Keys on the counter Phone on hold Steel-toe boots Stomp that floor Punch in, clock clicks Same old door But this ain’t retail This is chrome and scars Oil-stained Bible Under hanging bars Sold my sleep For the sound of chains Every drain pan gospel Washing off pain [Chorus] Blessed in the back of the bay Grease under my nails like grace Thought I’d die in a dead-end town Now the loudest prayers shake the ground Dream come true In a stained blue shirt Every busted bolt Every burned hand hurt But I thank my luck Every time it spins I was lost outside Now the roaring lives within [Verse 2] Service lane full Of the broken and brave Mileage on the dash Stories in the waves You hear that tick? Yeah, I hear that fear Folks bring ghosts We bring ‘em here Torque that past Till the threads run true Your old man’s bike Gets a second view Cracked black knuckles Wiping down that frame Name tag crooked But they know my name [Chorus] Blessed in the back of the bay Grease under my nails like grace Thought I’d die in a dead-end town Now the loudest prayers shake the ground Dream come true In a stained blue shirt Every busted bolt Every burned hand hurt But I thank my luck Every time it spins I was lost outside Now the roaring lives within [Bridge] Yeah, they said “get real” “Find a safer plan” (ha) But I found my church In the service stand Rats in the rafters Rain in the crack Still I walk in grinning ‘Cause I got my pack Dark days, deep doubts Nearly walked away Then a kid saw sparks Said “I want this someday” [Chorus] Blessed in the back of the bay Grease under my nails like grace Thought I’d die in a dead-end town Now the loudest prayers shake the ground Dream come true In a stained blue shirt Every busted bolt Every burned hand hurt But I thank my luck Every time it spins I was lost outside Now the roaring lives within [Outro] Clock hits out But I stay a bit Hands on steel Just letting it sit This ain’t a job This saved my soul Dark ride, hard life But it made me whole
Tags
rap, Dark a cappella rap with male vocals, aggressive beatboxing and throat percussion for the groove. Verses feel like whispered confessions in a narrow hallway, then explode into shouted gang-style hooks. Gritty stacked harmonies on the chorus, touches of metal-style fry screams on key words, punk chant energy on the outro. Roomy reverb for a warehouse feel, tight doubles on the rap for weight., punk, a cappella, rock, metal, alternative rock
Duration
3:11
Instrumental
No
Created
4/16/2026