

Prompt / Lyrics
They cheer for the glitter but not for the bruise They love the shine but not the truth I lose I’m a jester in chains They don’t see the rust My smile’s the curtain My tears are the dust They cheer for my sunshine but won't stand my rain I write their names in lines of gold my own story’s left untold They like when I entertain Not when I cry inside They take the songs I bleed never hear the tide I sing for him For her For them For you they don't want my hymn They don't want my view They crave the highs The verses that ignite But miss the lows I bury deep in night They want the colors Not the cracks they find They love the art they don't love the mind I craft their world A vivid scene my own voice stays in between they don't want my hymn They don't want my view They like the sparkle but not the stone The smile that hides the broken bone I’m the mirror they won’t look through Writing stories for them But not my truth A write and sing for him For her For them.for you But my own voice fades away I’m the echo of their desires Burning bright But not my fires A ghost with a golden tongue Writing words where I don’t belong Writing songs for them For he for him For she for you But never one that sets me free they don’t want my hymn They like when I entertain Can’t taste the salt in the smile I fake Laugh at the line Then they leave my name On the floor with the confetti and the paper plates They clap for the jokes I make Don’t see the nights that I stay awake Bleeding out ink for their heartache While my own heart goes to waste They like the show Not the soul Love the shine Not the toll They want my pen for them Him Her an you But never write back when it’s my turn they don’t wanna hear my hymn They don’t wanna hear my hymn They pass me their broken glass “Turn this into a story that makes us laugh” I turn my lungs into lanterns for their path Still walk home alone when the crowd thins out Every verse Every line I give Feels like renting out the life I live They get healed while I stay split Their applause just covers what they never fix What if I stand here Empty hands No costume Just who I am Would you stay if the mask fell off if I gave it all up put poet to sleep and woke up Paul Anthony If the spotlight cut and the room went soft would they'd stand in my sunshine while I dance in the rain ,if it's for them or theirs they sing along if its me singing about my pain they say O' Boy Here we go again,they don't want to hear my hymn if the words I'm writing an singing isn't for them
Tags
Raw hard dirty south, rap, gritty beats with heavy 808s and a haunting piano riff, hard-hitting, dirty south rap, male
4:04
No
12/23/2025