Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Footsteps echo Down that stone hall Names carved in the wall Most of them fall [Verse 1] Cold crown, iron on my head Ink on my hands from the deals I bled Whispers in the rafters, counting what I spend Trust got teeth, bite marks on my friends Frozen in the frame, I ain’t posing for the gram I’m posing with the wolves, we just studying the lambs Ghosts in the choir keep humming my sins Every loss I took got sewn in my skin Black coat drag when I walk through the gate Stare through a man, see the cracks in his faith Clock on my neck, but it bend for the king Time bow down every time that I think Back when I starved, I was sharpening the hate Fork in the road, I just ate off the plate Throne made of failures, steel in the seat Sit in my scars, feel fire under feet [Chorus] Throne in the dark, I built it alone Blood in the mortar, ice in the stone Pray for my heart, it turned into gold Heavy when I breathe, but I won’t let go Throne in the dark, they circle and watch Hands to the sky, but they want my spot Storm in my chest, it rumble and roll Throne in the dark, I sit in the cold [Verse 2] Eyes like a vault, you ain’t seeing what I hide Rage in a jar, I uncork it when I slide Vultures in a suit, tryna feast on the pride Shake one hand, other hand on the knife War paint smear when the rain come down Still I stand still in a land shut down Maps on the wall, red yarn through the towns Every line drawn is a name crossed out I don’t need mercy, I need results I don’t need friends, I need adults That can stand in the fire when the plan go wrong And the choir go quiet and the night too long [low vocal register] Every king fall if he blink too slow [whispered vocals] So I cut my sleep, keep both eyes cold Hunger in my bones, can’t fake that tone If I lose this place, I’ll carve my own [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Count my sins by the echo [normal voice] Count my wins by who ate If my name fade off that stone wall I’ll still haunt this place [crescendo] Let the brass talk for the anger Let the choir sing for the pain I don’t beg light for an answer I make empire out of rain [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Dark orchestral trap hybrid with male vocals; cavernous choirs and ominous brass stabs over sliding low-end and skittering hats. Verse rides a tight, menacing pocket with sparse piano stabs and distant bells; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals, widened choirs, and extra brass accents. Occasional chopped vocal FX and risers for tension, then hard drops back to minimal for impact., orchestral, male vocals
Duration
3:15
Instrumental
No
Created
1/16/2026