🎵 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)** --- [Verse 1 – Final war report, real as it gets] 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 --- 🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 1: “Tested.” / “Truth.” / “Yup.” / “Let’s go.” --- 🎵 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)** --- [Verse 2 – Rebirth, quiet rage, reflective but strong] 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 --- 🔊 Ad-Libs – Verse 2: “That's gospel.” / “Real talk.” / “One hundred.” / “Legacy.” --- 🎧 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.

Exit Wounds