Exit Wounds

🎵 Hook (slow, anthem-style delivery)

Got exit wounds but I still stand tall (still here)

Every scar on me got a name I recall (I remember)

They left me for dead, now I’m speakin’ to y’all

This pain got rhythm — I turned it to songs

Exit wounds — I ain’t patchin’ 'em up (nah)

They remind me of the days I had nothin’ but guts (uh-huh)

I gave my heart when the world gave me dust

Now I’m healed in pieces, and that’s good enough (good enough)**

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I been shot at by silence, cut up by trust

Had folks play God with my name in the dust

Seen tears hit wood like rainfall on caskets

Watched dreams fold like letters in a basket

I was raised where “I love you” come with a catch

Where brothers die early, and sisters get snatched

Where the preacher preach pain but still take tithe

And a hug might hide the blade inside

But I ain’t bitter, I just built my shield

Turned my rage into plans, now the scars feel real

Like tattoos of trauma I never asked for

But I inked every name just to even the score

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🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 1:

“Tested.” / “Truth.” / “Yup.” / “Let’s go.”

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🎵 Hook (repeat with added vocal stacks)

Got exit wounds but I still stand tall (still here)

Every scar on me got a name I recall (I remember)

They left me for dead, now I’m speakin’ to y’all

This pain got rhythm — I turned it to songs

Exit wounds — I ain’t patchin’ 'em up (nah)

They remind me of the days I had nothin’ but guts (uh-huh)

I gave my heart when the world gave me dust

Now I’m healed in pieces, and that’s good enough (yeah)**

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I don’t want revenge, I want distance

I just wanna build peace with no witness

No more lookin’ back for apologies owed

I just pray my daughter don’t walk these roads

If the streets taught me anything, it’s this:

You either adapt or become a myth

You either fold, or write it all in stone

So when I die, they gon’ quote what I wrote

I ain’t ask for this life, but I molded it firm

Every L I took gave me lessons to burn

And now my voice echo in places I ain’t been

'Cause exit wounds speak louder than wins

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🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 2:

“That's gospel.” / “Real talk.” / “One hundred.” / “Legacy.”

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🎧 Outro – choir fades out, keys solo, voice cracks in tone

(Spoken)

If I made it here, so can you.

Don’t run from what hurt you...

Turn it into your fuel.

(deep breath)

This ain’t a mixtape — this a survival tape.