Prompt / Lyrics
The gold bleeds across the late afternoon, a familiar heat clinging to the skin, and in this summery haze, a quiet inventory begins. I I sift through the closeness, the edges of what I thought I knew, the people who populate my now, a constellation shifting. Love There are shadows here, echoes of old connections that have frayed, not simply faded, but snapped by a deliberate force. My A turning, a hard pivot toward a hunger that feeds itself, this constant need to settle scores, a thirst only vengeance can momentarily quench. Family And for what harvest? To plant seeds of hatred in the fertile ground of other families? To ensure that the circle of grief widens, a widening gyre of inherited pain? Where The scumbagged core, the rot that starts within, it spreads, even when the distance seems vast, even when they are the closest faces. Did There is nowhere left to run to, the destination is a void, a place where true connection withers. I This feeling I held, this thing I offered, a soft, open palm of affection, it cannot be a shared thing now, not a mutual breathing in and out. Lose It is a solitary experience, a single current flowing against the tide. You My soul, it tries to read the currents, to understand the flow of the group, the shared pathways of flourishing, the economic weave that binds us, the way positive outlooks interlock. Needless It watches the severance, the deliberate cutting of those beneficial ties, all for a brittle, temporary satisfaction. To The intuition screams a warning, a low hum beneath the cicada song, that a spirit dedicated to payback cannot truly align with the shared light, the collective building. Try The warmth of this summer day feels heavy, weighed down by unspoken reckonings, by the knowledge of how easily trust can be traded for a fleeting, bitter triumph. It I look at the remaining faces, the ones who still choose the sunlit path, and wonder how long the shadows can be kept out, how much cleansing is required to remember what a simple, honest bond felt like. Is The air is thick with the unsaid, the cost of all that turning away. And the knowing settles, heavy as dusk, that some bridges are burned not by accident, but by a sustained, internal fire. No question a quiet inventory begins. constellation shifting. but snapped by a deliberate force. thirst only vengeance can momentarily quench. widening of inherited pain? even when they are the closest faces. place where true connection withers. not a mutual breathing in and out a single current flowing against the tide way positive outlooks interlock. all for a brittle, temporary satisfaction. the collective building. can be traded for a fleeting, bitter triumph. to remember what a simple, honest bond felt like. but by a sustained, internal fire. Where now The gold bleeds across the moon before it was to late ,that's where You can find me. Here right.
Tags
rap, snares kickdrum 808soul trap
Duration
3:31
Instrumental
No
Created
3/11/2026