Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro – Dark, eerie strings, deep 808s creeping in, a distant gunshot echoes) Yeah… Came from the dirt, came from the pain… Used to watch my momma nod off, needle stuck in her vein… Demons in my head, tryna tear me apart… But I turned all that struggle to these bars in my heart… (Beat drops – Hard, aggressive, deep bass hits, fast hi-hats ticking like a time bomb) (Verse 1 – Pain mixed with aggression, rapid-fire delivery) Born in the gutter, I came from the filth, Momma on dope, had no food on the shelf, Roaches and rats used to sleep in my bed, I was six years old, seein" bodies turn red! Had to hustle, had to flip what I could, Grew up with the killers, no love in my hood, Nightmares of the past keep me grippin’ this steel, If I make the wrong step, I’ll be next on the hill! I seen fiends in the kitchen, cookin’ death on the stove, I seen homies get buried, seen my blood turn cold, Now I take all this pain, let it bleed through my pen, Put my life on these pages, now they listenin’ in! (Hook – Chant-like, pain mixed with power, heavy 808s slamming) From the concrete jungle to the pixelated screen, Used to watch my mom shoot up, now they watchin’ me! Took the hells that I lived through, made ‘em into heat, Now my pain paint the pictures every time that I speak! --- (Verse 2 – Darker, faster, aggressive, showing the fight against depression) I been fightin’ my demons, I been drownin’ in stress, Put a pistol to my temple, almost laid it to rest, But I heard my name echo in the depths of the dark, So I picked up a mic, let it speak from my heart! Ain’t no therapy sessions, just a pad and a pen, I been spillin’ my trauma just to make it make sense, Used to pray for the light, but the darkness was home, Now I walk through the fire with a heart made of stone! Took my scars, turned ‘em all into scripture, Every bar that I write is a piece of the picture, No regrets, no shame, just the truth when I speak, Now they hear my whole life every time that I breathe! (Hook – Repeat, stronger, bass knockin’ harder, layered voices for power) From the concrete jungle to the pixelated screen, Used to watch my mom shoot up, now they watchin’ me! Took the hells that I lived through, made ‘em into heat, Now my pain paint the pictures every time that I speak! --- (Bridge – Beat slows, eerie piano, deep breathing, sounds of distant sirens and whispers fade in) I ain’t supposed to be here, but look at me now… Took the pain, made it power, I ain"t never backin’ down… Momma, I forgive you, but I never forget… Had to claw from the bottom just to take my respect… *(Outro – Beat fades out, rain sounds, a flickering radio static, a child’s voice whispering: “Keep going…”)
Tags
Hard, dark, aggressive—street pain mixed with raw emotion.Deep 808s, eerie melodies, fast Lyrical,Hard,Dark,Emotion
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
3/3/2025